And Emmy’s twenty years removed now, from that morning in July,
When her father held her in his arms.
And dipped her freckled neck down’ ‘neath the river water as flies,
Were darkening the brightness
And all of the baptismal whiteness
But darlin’ all those of our likeness
Were born so very ready to live
And to die.
I know my way through the neighborhoods
From Mona’s house to the interstate.
I know my way to the greatest things we got,
They’re old and dirty, surely.
The travelin’ acts they leave their sounds
For railroad tracks in other towns,
But I want to hold to something longer
Something meaner, something stronger
For at eleven thirty the town’s alone, again.
frontier ruckus
