Testo Cherokee

Late for its arrival
My mind's begun to find
Early peculiarities of how it defines time
And there are turkeys out the window
That I appreciate
There’s plastic like a barge somewhere
It's got no docking date
And on a tour I saw focaccia treated like its jade

Someone in the lobby
Is dressed down just like me
And an infant won the lottery
But really it was he
With a pocket full of roofies
A pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure
And some people call that grief

At the Exxon they were confused if I was American
And so I left offended with a pack of M&Ms
I’ve been driving for a long while
Spent some time in a Cherokee Learning things

Out there in Black Mountain sprouts education, see
But you can learn a lot, just take a walk above my tree
They gathered round the easel and spelled "community"
I go looking for my teachers and wondering what that means
There will be lots of lonely mailboxes when language disappears
And people on the subway think so far and be so near
I smile from a screen you touch waiting on the bed
Listening to voices talk about where I am headed

People get out for a long while
In the hills of Cullowhee
Cherokee

The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
The stoop that you love (Is fiending)
The stoop that you love (For meaning)
Someone's at a grill top
And someone is Tom Hanks
Suckered into party games
And building words for leisure
Here it is 11 and there it is 19
You’re missing on my breakfast, and
I’m missing your evenings

Wish we'd been touching for a short while
Driving back from Cherokee
Dreaming things