I feel my neighborhood
When I walk barefoot around my block
Landing on the twigs and the rocks
My neighbors they write out their address
With a similar likeness to mine

I hit a wrong digit when I dial
And get someone different
I apologize in Spanish

Maybe you’ve already been to the place where you’ll die

I’ll be barefoot in a suit
With my necktie set loose
And everything still on queue

Crop circle fingerprints
Look different from the aeroplane
My voice sounds strange
When I give “personal” information away
To view these hours as ours
They’re not minute minutes
Unless distraction hits the second second
They’re worth something even before you add them

It’s like a lot of little rain in a plain field
It’s like the smeared lines blurring the windshield
Who is going where?

The number on my social security
Who comes next in the chronology?
Something I’ll never know

I breathe the air you’ve just let go
Outside my window

I’ll be barefoot in a suit
With my necktie set loose
And everything still on queue

Crop circle fingerprints
Look different from the aeroplane
My voice sounds strange
When I give “personal” information away
To view these hours as ours
They’re not minute minutes
Unless distraction hits the second second
They’re worth something even before you add them

And it’s the start of another moment you live
I’ll tag along
And it’s the start of another moment you live
It’s here in the Sol