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Saint Modesto, you were the ground line humming

You were the thread of fire upon this night, You

Could feel the living- you staggered and blew your

Money, a summery tailiwind there upon our heels

Me and you

All down the valley, you’d drag me along for measure

The boredom was deafening at any speed. Still

I could hear your breathing. You were as loud as

The engine’s gravel, winding though Altamont

Towards the sea, you and me

If you’re the one who can save this broken wreck

Then this is the end- we’ll be through soon

I suspect. Don’t argue, these are facts

San Fransisco, eighty and four miles later: We were

The vapor trails among the hills; and there above us

An antenna of God, a broadcast, the table of contents

Right down through the trees. We were the pixels on

The fallen leaves. What do we do?

Are you the one who can save this gory mess? I know

You’re a friend. You’ve been right and true, I guess

I know you’d take one on the chin, you’d take it in the

Teeth for me. We are a team, but we are untied. I’m

Sinking with the weight of all things I cannot do

But when I’m losing it, I know you’re losing it too

Saint Modesto, you were the guitar I’m strumming

You were the power chord that made the light

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