She comes rolling in possessed
With the purple-sky blues
And the train-track tension
We knock
We knock on stratified Pennsylvanian rock.
Okay?
Okay!
We improvise or we replicate
We knock
We knock on stratified Pennsylvanian rock.
Our ears to track
We know what’s up
When beach-party justice meets wheat-field truck
Preserved in this embrace
A history we make
We must proceed with vigor
To identify its wake