I've been writing on the backs of all these old postcards Over what they say happened Or what ever happened to We met these kids in a blaze of bright ideas I hear it never rains here Or whatever was said Says here it was colder in the southern states that year Pent up fluorescence Tiny fires in the air Like a couple of kids aching for anything noon through the nighttime
Like a couple of kids with no known hometown Like a couple of kids licking batteries in a soft suburban sunrise Like a couple of kids with no known hometown She says "I hope you survive your post-postcard life" She says "So, tell me the plan…" She demands a plan I said my plan's not to die