Vinyl

Gogh Van Go

The smell of vinyl
The open window
The buzzing car radio
A wilted ribbon
A blowing curtain
The here and now in your eyes

No asking why
Closed for the season
Open your sky
All the wrong reasons

The high wire He's on fire
He's bouncing helplessly
He won't lose his
Composure
It matters not to me

Chorus

I gaze out
My window
The street is my own T.V.
Feed off their
Anticipation
Well it's out there not in here

Chorus