AT THE DRIVE-IN - For Now...We Toast
it's hit or miss upon the gate walls
are the guards asleep, bayonet and all
are the search lights coming
we built this tunnel
we shovel with our hands
dig just a little bit, the camp is vast asleep
library laundromats
inside the dirty sheets
dig just a little bit
soup kitchen feeds
lines of stubble and marrow
a book of matches guides us home
do they have our scent, will we go home
we shovel with our hands
it's in the past...and now we toast.