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Heart Of The Continent - John K. Samson

Written by：Samson/J.K./Loeppky/C.

North wind sinks

The fence around a lot full of debris

Near the corner of Memorial and Me

Where resurrected brick and drywall lean back into place

There's a terrified reflection of my face

All alone at the gleaming knife display

In the army surplus sales

As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails

Ghost filled discount parkas sleeping bags

Peer at me from

The crumpled dark

Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light

And then leak across the body of tonight

While rain and thunder drop and roll

Then stop short of a storm

Leave the air stuck with this waiting to be born

As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door

Just another door that won't open for me anymore

The exit red gets brighter then blinks off

Presses me into

The crumpled dark

There's a billboard by the highway

That says Welcome to

Bienvenue

Ahhhhh

But no sign to show you when you go away

And our demolitions punctuate

All we mean to say then leave too late

So make my shaky exclamation mark

With a hand full of

The crumpled dark