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The trees are only cardboard

The leaves are full of paint

There’s a riot in the cornfields by the silo

Crows are on the tightrope

The cars a wash of rain

While the fences fold like hands around the land

Past old folks on the front porch

With babies on their knees

The dogs upon the dash begin to sing;

And each moment brings me closer

And before the night is over

I will open my front door

There’s a silence from the squad car

Sirens on the street

I hear music from the neon-lighted doorway;

Sweet comfort in the cottage

There’s a pillow for my head

With foggy dreams of macramé tattoos

But nothing can deter me

There’s an anvil in my shoe

The coffee in my brain begins to sing

And each moment brings me closer

And before the night is over

I will open my front door

All roads lead to my house

Even roads I’ve never known

And when I’m backing out my driveway

I’m just taking the scenic route home

Well, the grass is getting greener

I’m on the other side

Bridges crossed like Ts are all behind me;

I’m bringing home the bacon

Not baby bumblebees

I bow and take an exit down my street

The rain is gently falling

I see the front porch light

The keys in my ignition start to sing

And each moment brings me closer

And before the night is over

I will open my front door

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