Building The Ark - Slaughter Beach, Dog

I open my eyes and it’s November

And I am in a freight elevator

And I’m in Las Vegas, but I haven’t won any money

And everyone here is wearing clothing that I find confusing

And I wonder if they’ve won any money

Jeff tells me it’s not the drugs

It’s Monday morning and you can’t get up

When your degree is staring daggers from the wall

Somewhere sunk inside your heart

There is a teensy tiny part of you that sure could use some coffee

I open my eyes, and I am sweating

I must have been dreaming

That punch I threw was just embarrassing

And all my dreams are always violent, but I’m not violent

So in my dreams I’m not so good at fighting

There’s this one where you and I

Are making brilliant love inside a 7−11 just past the city

And I can’t save us when that guy

Gets up and jumps out from behind the counter

Gun in hand and grinning

Tell my sister I am with her wherever she may go

If not pulpit then sure as shit, where she leads I’ll follow

Watch the corn grow in Ohio

Let our kids grow strong and smart

Playing intramural sports while we build the ark