This is Norfolk & Western–lyrics like Faulkner poetry as if he
wasn’t bad at it. Read. Ruminate. Relax…..if you’ve got the Right
reasons, it can’t be all that bad.

It Was Quiet
With a break such as yours

Will you try to come close to mine?

You’re too far behind

I recall when my break came

Someone told me to go back home, do it all alone

You’ll recall when your break falls through

And it’s too late to go back home

You won’t be alone

It was quiet, it was quiet all along

Privacy’s Disguise

We’ll have to wander in days after yonder to find new minds

Tell me a tale, one that’s not stale

I’ll bet that you can’t

We’ll never speak, assuming it’s too weak

We’ll always wander under privacy’s disguise

We’ll have to travel or we will unravel in our own home

But when we return what will we learn?

Our home is still the roof

Sound West

A terrible sound is traveling west

Expecting the least, the least bit of welcome that is deserved
Like an old uncle coming to town

Who wanders around taking names for the vigilant coups

The lessons of old appear to be broken and traveling in circles

All the time lurking into your rituals

And the crowds areall singing your praise

No winter will honestly bring a new fight to the plan