LANDSCAPE

It's all right here in black and blue
The leaves are crackling underneath my shoes
There's a boat on the lake in the pink moonlight
Motor crying like someone's gonna die tonight

Willie loaded the truck and he drove straight north
Told his wife "I'll be back on the 3rd or 4th"
Then the axle cracked near Lyndon Station
And that was the end of Willie's short vacation

Warm beer and brandy right by my side
The t.v.'s burning up "Landscape Suicide"

He was sitting real still in his house in the trees
When the cops broke in they buckled at the knees
Dragging skin and bone down that country lane
Now they read all about him between stops
On Manhattan subway trains

Warm beer and brandy right by my side
The t.v.'s burning up "Landscape Suicide"
Hop in friends, we're gonna take that ride

A yellow picture of his girl in a roomful of clocks
All propped up in her pinewood box
Uncle D.'s on the porch with a pheasant on a string

It's all right here in black and blue
The bones are cracking underneath my shoes

Written by Michael Whyte
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