ignore the wreckage on the shoulder

i cross the border into new jersey

where a dotted line from my antenna says

may no fantasy hold my head up

just another day in the polar vortex

do i do my thing & just keep my head down?

or do i eclipse back to atlanta, no

may no fantasy hold my head up

nor may no memory fold my head in

cuz i don’t know how

but i’m thinking it’ll all work out

cuz i don’t know how

but i’m thinking it’ll all work out

in the night when i feel your absence

like a dotted line across my shoulder

like a silver vision across the desert

may no memory hold my head up

now

the endless night & i lift my head up where

beyond my window a thread of light lives

with manhattan island on the horizon

no! may no memory hold my head up

nor may no fantasy fold my head in

cuz i don’t know how

but i’m thinking it’ll all work out

cuz i don’t know how

but i’m thinking it’ll all work out

cuz i don’t know how

but i’m thinking it’ll all work out

cuz i don’t know how

but i’m thinking it’ll all work out