Popcorn

these trees that creak in time
my hands on copper line
I seal the cap with clay
race the fading day

this is the last jar

they say it won't be long
I can hear the engines rumble
I guess that when they come
they're expecting me to run

this is the last jar



Credits
Writer(s): Fergus David E Miller
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