when joe lived on mary street i know
rain was a devil dancer in a dark coat
he wanted so many impossible things
he didn’t know which one to choose
he them all go

he dreamed only of sleeping
in the backseat of his car
with the top down
the wind like feathers
on and on and on
the sadness in him
blowing out like a banner
tied to the antennae

try not to want anything
try not to feel anything
when joe lived on mary street i know

let it all go

force me not to clutch and hold
force me,
to let it all go