Jones Drive by Amy WustrinShe can't get out
Of her own way
She can't get off
This dead end street
The air gets
Thicker everyday
It's getting harder
Just to breathe
Open windows
Closing doors
It's not as easy
As before
Everything was
Almost right
But almost doesnt
Win the fight
I can see where
I got lost
And heaven knows
I've paid the cost
But, Oh! My faith
Don't fail me now
I've got to pull
This off somehow
Quiet desperation
In a
Sleepy suburb
River town
It's called hitting
Rockland-bottom
And it's spreading
Like a rumor now
You know what
I'm saying I know
You know
What I mean
I hear it's like
This everywhere
And what a wasteful
Shame that seems
This whole world
Is growing desperate
But for what
We can't agree
Eternal is
The struggle shut
To focus till
We all can see 12/17/2008 Posted on 12/17/2008 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/18/08 at 03:50 AM "It's called hitting
Rockland-bottom
And it's spreading
Like a rumor now."
--That's a great, great line. Here's to getting the hell out of dodge. Terrific work.
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Posted by Meredith C Hartwell on 12/20/08 at 08:53 PM I know there's music to this, and I look forward to hearing it. And you know I love the "hitting Rockland-bottom" verse. <3 M |
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