Soli

Clocking out
At five pm don't get out
Off the mood filter
Evening come again
When it dark before supper

And the rain falls on her
Happy for no reason
At the kitchen table one phone call
Hello hello pick up your compass on their side
And wind and some storm up to cheap and with bag of pai

Time take her all on till chores
To be hard
Look around
There are does passing side gone

Look around the station wagon covered in weirdo clay
In the packing spot
I gat to a circling downing