meetings near meet me near old asphalt that stretches out to the end of the pier where the sun's still barking day and only the waters can hear what the evening has to say just a slow buzz growing around us we've always been caught in the strangest dream something's going to happen something's going to happen while everybody's out looking for some real live action in the night we revisit the nightopen ga**tation and we sit in the slope beneath the old palace of how to cope until the shifting comes on and it becomes the palace of wrong again