Cement stamped across the landscape, paint to keep you in
a number ignored and, again, the same Holiday Inn
Moving houses, rolling stones,
after nine hours, I can’t feel my bones
Following the sun, racing the clouds
there’s a family arguing next to me, my music drowns out the shouts
Gas station coffee, McDonald’s to go
there’s someone in the toilet next to me doing blow
Mosquitos came out today, in a nice little textbook formation
turn off the GPS and follow them to salvation
The cashier is checked out, the light flickers “OPEN”
that one guy definitely stole that but no one bothers to stop him
Local news paper, only police logs and ads on the cover
one of them is a Hail Mary attempt to find a long-lost lover
She wears a shirt with Selena,
from Tejas with love.