on the long ride up the west drive passing places i used to know we re all wired twisted and storied glistening sheets of silver on silver plateau straight on until mulling over the different versions of the people i thought i d be by now calling out to passing strangers how d you get here and why d you stay plateau straight on until i ve been counting people per second mouths per minute and eyes by the hour from a rooftop on the north side as uncertain as unsure plateau straight on until because sometimes nothing happens
['alternative emo', 'heartland rock', 'philly indie']