up on the watershed

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

...

Once I had everything, I gave it up for the shoulder of your driveway and the words I've never felt.
And so for you, I came this far across the tracks, ten miles above the limit, and with no seatbelt, and Id do it again,
For tonight I went running through the screen doors of discretion,
For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand to see,
You were a-wandering out on the hills of Iowa and you were not thinking of me.

Ioway oh ooo oh, Iowa oh ooooh ooo oh I-Iowa
Ioway oh ooo oh, Iowa oh ooooh ooo oh I-Iowa


Iowa ruined my transmission. Dar was not kidding about the hills. Tomorrow's plan: unload 5 boxes of books and mail from 67207, along with anything else that can be mailed. Pray really, really hard that my car makes it to ABQ.

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