Algonquin

Got your scene in my jeans
In a pose stuck out of time
And my plain looks are not enough, though
I’m only home to settle up

And I’m setting it off
and I’m riding off, to the road
So drive me sloW, oh drive me slow
Carrying on

Now you haven’t left your soul
But they made off with your bones
And you notice the things you own
When you notice you’re not home