This place with its old plantations
 These roads leading out to the sea
 This day full of promise and potential
 More clay pigeons for you and me
 All of them all of them
 All of them all of them
 All of them all of them all of them all of them
 All lined up

 Huge crows loitering by the curb
 Our shared paths unraveling behind us like ribbons
 And I dreamed of vultures
 In the trees around our house
 And cicadas and locusts
 And the shrieking of innumerable gibbons
 All of them all of them
 All of them all of them
 All of them all of them all of them all of them
 All lined up

 How long will we ride this way about?
 How long 'til someone caves under the pressure?
 My dreams are haunted by armies armies of ghosts
 Faces too blurry to make out
 Numbers far too high to measure
 Your face like a vision straight out of Holly Hobby
 Late light drizzling through your hair
 Your eyes twin volcanoes
 Bad ideas dancing around in there
 All all of them all of them
 All of them all of them
 All of them all of them all of them all of them
 All lined up