Little Bulldozer - Kevin Devine

Some nights, I bolt and sleep in the car

From the hood, talk at your face in the stars

I tell you versions of everything

We share a smoke in the dark

I need you c-c-c-closer, Little Bulldozer

Wake up — I’m nowhere, drifting dead

(Keep inching forward you better find her)

I’m shot, I’m scratching snakes in my skin

(I want a fistfight, a cheap reminder)

I’m always answering everything

«When can I see you again?»

My little mischievous everything

My little shot in the dark

(I thought she wasn’t coming

Almost gave up on waiting

So certain of disaster

I almost didn’t ask her

But I did.)