How did we find ourselves here,
booting it down this country road?
Radio cranked up far as it goes
Pasture, pasture. Bush, bush.
On comes Erma Franklin singing
Piece of My Heart (the original).
Wood sorrel, Queen Anne’s Lace
Fields disappearing in fog.
Triassic, Jurassic, all the rest
swallowed in the flow of AM again
(You know you’ve got it
if it makes you feel good
After a long silence
Never find that 45
in a million years.