(Kottke)
© Round Wound Sound, Inc. (ASCAP)

There's a city on the plain
Made of fire; made of rain
Brains and baseball; jails and bars
Kids on skateboards; clods on cars

Build some jails; burn the streets
Sell some lifetime made of tees
Lose the genius made of sand
Selling lifeboats made of bland

There's a window in the wall
Shut the window in the wall

She's not broken; that she am
Steals her peaches from the can
When she fall, it's when she ran
Words in common; loving hand

There's a window in the wall
Shut the window in the wall