Matt Pond PA's song from The Nature of Maps (2002)
We live for parking lots
And waiting around for no reason
Guilty for nothing
Nothing so subtle
Onlookers make up a strange herd of listeners
We have been here before
Aligned with the blankness of buildings
Shifting and halting
Taking a half-step
Constantly mumbling is making a comback
The patterns keep proving that all things get better
All winter
The backs of heads make better friends
All winter long
There is a well of tires
Outside South Strafford and Sharon
Repeating the nature
11 years ago