Thursday, April 14, 2011



Water and Air are no one’s friends

When its better to be left alone

Stations are coming in milliseconds

While I wait ..wait too long

The rain rekindled before we died

You should have hope for the things we tried

Your name is nothing without sound

Your number means nothing when you are not around

I am an electric blank outsider

I see the distance with my microcomputer

New Jersey Battlefield …oh yeah

Outside of Colorado

Southern disappears

No concern over the years

You were determined

Along with the rest