the wind whipping the empty fields
through the windows on all sides of the office
the crows and me
we walk in this place no one goes
how did I know that the pretty jingling was the metal tag
on an electricity meter box blowing in the wind
the daily leaving-my-body-here
and following-my-mind-elsewhere
down a gunpowder spiral there's peace in it
I'm a simple girl I don't need much
