| If God wills this time tomorrow, bound for Boise via plane
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| (willful mispronunciation of my destination’s name)
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| I’d like to write a sequel to «the State That I am in»
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| If God wills this time tomorrow in the early morning rain
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| I’ll unpack the boots I borrowed and turn back the way I came
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| I’d like to write a sequel to «the State I am in»
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| And I’d like to call the song New Wine, New Skins
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| «God's will» or «come what fortune gives"---
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| Or is this truly how you’d choose to live:
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| Managing the narrative?
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| Come, unfastening android limbs
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| In the moonlight through translucent skin
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| Now we’ve both been there and back again
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| To the state that I’m no longer in
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| With carbon fiber lips whereby
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| Came thought reflex personified
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| Now a scorpion in the sky, harmless as a butterfly
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| SCORPION: You can pin and mount me likewise!
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| If you fail first, some warm, bright day
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| I’ll unperform at your unmarked grave
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| And you can tell me what those eyes have seen
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| But for now the Creek-don't-rise routine
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| With churning engine, fix my head
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| Up north in the Gold Fork riverbed
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| From the misuse of intelligence
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| And all I wish I’d said pours out
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| New wine, new skins
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| «God's will» or «come what fortune gives»
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| Or is this truly how you’d choose to live? |