Circle
There's a coffee ring on the map
right around, Lincoln, Nebraska
large lense held up to the eye
makes the globe spin like poker chips
maybe a crescent moon tonight we
can hang our dreams from
there's a baseball game in the stitched
seconds it takes to throw your cares
away
O drop the jaw for a song in the
sunrise
we sang in our youth round and round
when the night was records and the
moon was a zero out of time
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