Holland Tunnel - Fred Thomas

The Holland Tunnel’s two miles long

Sink into the aviary, sing another song

And put that sewn-on patch to denim jacket

Coffee cup to sugar packet

Insane feast and beastly racket every single time

When you feel like somethin’s wrong

Bear in your sweet mind the sun’ll shine until it’s gone

When your lives collide in dull crescendo

Telescope to bedroom window

Nervous knees and anxious elbows

I fell asleep in the back seat and not for the life of me

Could I remember a time more complete

But I guess things seem more important

When you’re underwater

Disease and disorder seep out to the sea

And you don’t have to believe

Every angry thing everybody says

No you don’t believe every stupid thing

If every city’s made of clay

Towering scraps of something someone someday throws away

It must get hard to keep track of everyone

What their names are, where they come from

Ro' Atlanta,' Manda Brooklyn, Jean from Centerline