From this laptop.
Consider the ceiling and this song for a moment.
Walk out the sliding glass door.
Emerge from the back patio door.
Crawl through the rabbit bushes.
Stand near the big road.
Cross it, looking both ways.
Find a stage, bend the branches.
Embrace the maple.
Lose a guitar pick, don't look back.
Take a Xanax, give the finger to the setting sun.
Criss-cross concrete, forge the long field.
Take the stage, no one is there.
Tap a tambourine and tune the blues.
Then, I will play the harmonica loud.
Afterward, and after words.
I will get on my skateboard.
Which I won in a contest in 2010.
And return to the place.
Unharmed.
Lose a guitar pick, don't look back.
Take a Xanax, give the finger to the setting sun.
Criss-cross concrete, forge the long field.
Take the stage, no one is there.
Tap a tambourine and tune the blues.
Then, I will play the harmonica loud.
Afterward, and after words.
I will get on my skateboard.
Which I won in a contest in 2010.
And return to the place.
Unharmed.