Humidity rises up from the grass like applause from the crowd
It's 8am,
the shirt sticks to my back,
the birds shout,
kill,
I'm cow
And I walk past Dumpster and into the teeth of the boarded up mall
Around here the ruins of ancient civilizations are only 30 years old
The country's up and gone,
but the city hasn't got here yet
Indian mined birds,
they're circling around my head
Circling around my head
Greasy hair marks on the window and
I can't work out where to put my head
Remains of people and people remain
and I just keep staring straight ahead
And the man sitting next to me's got a face that looks
like it's been looking at the same point for years
And a tattoo that says,
family first and not much between his ears
The country's up and gone,
but the city hasn't got here yet
Indian mined birds,
they're circling around my head
Circling around my head
At the end of last week they cancelled my
shift and the reason they gave was Christmas
The only people who work here like me,
you won't see us on TV,
I work at the downtown fitness
And the only others are the shouting kind
that kinda like to shout at their children
Since generations up, Dan, can you imagine what
it'll look like in ten?
Our families are friends and I see her on the train
She's always reading books,
she thinks I'm funny,
I can tell
And maybe I am funny