The neverwills pull me into the river
Highway's the vein that I pollute
White to red, from over on the shoulder
With the turning of the neck
I skirt your town, econoliner
Trying to get my sea legs back
Watch the land unroll its film to
The melodies rotting in my head
A Carolina Composition
Fueled by Jim Beam Black
Fresh-cut thoughts, lonely for companions
A limited shelf life
A blackened lung, three dollar well drinks
And the bartender plays the priest
Preaching out to the converted
God don't shed his light on me
His light on
The neverwills
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