3100 Miles - BRANDON PATTON


Look at all the people
On the train
Rubbing their eyes
Not saying anything
Got your headphones on
And you missed your stop again

Get there half an hour late
Wear a comatose face
Leave an inkblot on the space
Below the words time in
Slip in round the back,
Crawl under your desk,
And then, wait to turn
The punch card clock back to seven

C ome on in, have a drink, heave a sigh of relief
Are the television fed and fear led sheep still trying
To reprimand you, well
Did you get accused of treason
Stopped and searched for no good reason
Sit down and let us understand you
Turn the key ignite
Now you’re moving at the speed of light
Can you tell me what the world looks like
Wide eyed and desire free
Like a DJ, spin a joyful sound
Don’t let the cop cards bring you down
Hide with your records and the girls on E
Wait to see how much the fine is

The brightest stars can fade, and drift away…

3100 miles apart

And I can see… you in black
When you were young and thin,
Sifting through the record bins in the back and spying
And I walk in, and you can’t help trying
To maneuver over to my aisle and
Get a better look at what I’m buying
Can this really be true
Is there someone else like you
Who not only knows that band but has the early 45s to prove it
Flustered, and a simple, “hey”,
Is all that you can muster up the strength to say
You should hear the bootleg of their show in May
Float home slowly cuz you got the digits

The brightest stars can fade, and drift away,

3100 miles apart

Turning off one by one
Bedroom lights on the hill go black
Romance lost sleeping back to bank and
Turning on
The television
Blue flickering lights the mission
Another insomniac is
Searching for the faith that he must’ve lost
And a show he can stand to watch
As he has another pint of ice cream
Cursing old mistakes and a dream
Deferred
Another night without you
And then it’s morning.


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