Brackett, WI

An easy swing had it's time shouldered slow bending axe

Now it's a photo framed

The swing hasn't had it

And here we are rebuilding roads

Right by roosting towns

It's just like the love

The one that's never been enough

So I'm counting on your fingers

Cause you've reattached the twitch

And if you (go) want opinion

I will die along the ditches

And every summer is a hot token

To the cold, cold take of lust

And every autumn singes

With the business of sadness

Fred had it wrong, Macy

Honey hadn't burned

Another curve in the counting

Is never served

So I'm counting on your fingers

Cause you've reattached the twitch

And if you (go) want opinion

I will die along the ditches