Like its a dream and theres a moon, and a tune A shower in a motel room And through the steam and in my ear, I can hear Squeaky fingers on the mirror Beyond the door, out in the lot, the night is hot The kids are giving what they got And is it me, or is it fey when I say It reminds me of another day? Out in the road, across the town, out and down Where they disappear without a sound Into the hole from whence they came, without a name Giving and getting joy and pain And into pants, then into boots and business suits To fill them out while they commute Or to remain in trickedout cars and country bars County fairs and church bazaars, stay hard! Like its a dream in motion slow and they all know I hear them come and watch them go And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror The evidence has disappeared Into the hole from whence it came, still unnamed Like tomorrows town is just the same Into the hole from whence I came, still unnamed Like tomorrows town is just the same, unnamed
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