up on through the stratosphere
all kinds of out of here
going fast, going bright
anywhere out of sight

going going gone

a swing, a kiss, electric crack
ozone whiff, no looking back
up and off with no trace
no words, no mouth, no face

going going gone

cicadas cheer the broken night
a plague of wings, a dronning blight
whistle while you work I guess
they grind you down till there’s no song left

no regrets, no looking back
sailed to a future past
buckle up it’s ride or die
onward into the great divide

going going gone


from That's All Folks, released November 6, 2020




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