Hound the World - Mobley

I beat a braided rhythm on the seat

I’m on the scent of something luminous and frightening

Run up your colors, be the thing you couldn’t

Let us see, are we as civil in the breaking as the binding?

When the fever breaks, I hope you make a go of it

When the fever shakes, I hope it doesn’t leave you cold

Don’t you wake up wondering how to keep this going?

Don’t you wonder how in the world we made it out so far?

Don’t you wake up wondering how to keep this going?

Don’t you wander?

Hound the world.

We made it out, so…

I beat a less original retreat

If I’m unbloodied by the blows of those who’d spite me

But if they cut me deep, I’ll be the liar, be the thief

I’ll be the animal.

You’ll taste it when you bite me

When my fire fades, I hope I’ve made go of it

When my part is played, I hope I never…

I take it back now

I want to hide all the seams

I bit the bullet and I choked it, sanguine, down

I’m going to find a release

You take the high, I take the low road

I take the high, you take the low road

Freight trains crashing

Don’t you wake up wondering how to keep this going?

Don’t you wonder how in the world we made it out so far?

Don’t you wake up wondering how you keep this going?

Don’t you wander?

Hound the world.

We made it out so far