Line them up
A weekend shooting targets at the gun range
It's fine enough
A fishing boat's a boat just the same

It starts with a nosedive and ends in the lake
You always find a way to make time for a break

Palindrome
I find your traces scattered on the backroads
You wear my clothes
We drive out to the beach and then we drive home

It's rarely fruitful to be settled in one place
There's always ways to end before it stagnates

Look at me now
Look at the faces in the sandstone
Shaped at the current's height
The cradle of the tide
Over the pine
Over the boulevards and fault lines
Etched in the fossils we find

It's hard to love
I'm seldom one to document my worst days
Until it's opened up
By strangers' sets or bar fights on a Thursday

It starts with a small thought and ends with a full page
There's always room for another band on stage

Look at me now
Look at the shapes between the starlight
Stretched out to Perseus
Orion's belt, the hand of God
Over the lines
Over the autoroutes and end times
Etched in the fossils we find