You might dream of a poolside party Where you bump into an old classmate
You thought had died years before With whom you’d never spoken
Our military was so strong It would break its own neck
She said I’ll be in the last room on the left
And left You might wake to find the baby
Sitting up in the dark Staring at a shape in the moonlight
Why did you never come to me It says
You might have found me The high and holy center of the Earth