Baltimore Tower

No flowers thrown, no parades, no speeches,
just pats on the back from the old men in the airport.
I guess they know. I've heard they know.
Some nights I'll sleep in your arms,
but then the others I'll sleep on the couch
but that's all right, because down at the taproom.
I think they'll know. I hope they know.
I'm gonna need some help with this when I get home
I won't become the woeful shell that changes
lanes to fool those overpass grenades on the turnpike?
Does anyone know? I think I know.
Burn the maps, burn the maps
Approaching now, this is joy! We're not all broken,
just voters like you who went to work transoceanic.
I'll let everybody know. They need to know.



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