America - Olga Bell, Kahn

I dreamed that I fell apart

And found some room

The space lit up with a call to move

It was in a pause I’d erased

A backspace that I’d filled

Not realizing that it was all real

It that what you fear?

That you’re not forever?

That all your allies are gunning for a fight?

You seem at ease running on empty

But I’m at a loss

And I’m in your car

America

Our summer fair ground will freeze up

Its hot dirt gone

Our footprints wiped like we’d never walked in the sun

October, nothing to show but

You’re posturing again

Afraid you fucked up the only rodeo you get

It that what you fear?

That you’re not forever?

That all your allies are gunning for a fight?

You seem at ease running on empty

But I’m at a loss

And I’m in your car

America

It that what you fear?

That you’re not forever?

You’re not for real?

You seem at ease running on empty

Running on empty

Running on empty

Running