In the kitchen
The remnants of the sun
And the beginning
And an ending just begun
And a story
No one will believe
And a teardrop
Tastes just like the sea
On the horizon
The locomotive moves through the Great Plains
On a windy afternoon
She placed her penny
On the tracks before it came
She was Comanche
Before we had our way
Off the exit
The shanties and the stores
And the garbage
Piled up against the fence
Of the schoolyard
Where we all were sent to learn
But she dropped out
To help her mother pay the bills
There's a poet
No one thinks is very good
But I like her
The way that nothing rhymes
She sits there
In the corner all alone
I wish the whole world
Could hear it just like me
In the kitchen
The remnants of the sun
And the beginning
And an ending just begun
And a story
No one will believe
And a teardrop
Tastes just like the sea
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
Sometimes I wish I didn't care
