DRY YEAR - Noah Gundersen

There’s a new day coming up over the east side

There’s an unseasonable weight in the air

Hasn’t rained here in a long time

It’s been a real dry year

Sirens going off in the distance

Someone’s house is burning down

Somewhere, a young man is dying

Somewhere, a lost child is found

Somedays it feels like we’re dreaming

Moving like shadows in a trance

Are these my feet going through the motions?

Are these my feet attempting to dance?

Somedays the world feels like a building on fire

But everyone’s ignoring the smoke

You would vote for a comedian

If he could comfort you with a joke

So you hold onto your values

Like they’re gonna save you from the fall

Your offspring as an offering

So you don’t have to choose at all

We get by on consumer masturbation

Sensation is satiation

The accumulation of all your high school insecurities

All your lost love and aspiration

All your failed attempts at inspirational speeches

You give yourself at night when you can’t sleep

When everyone on the internet is far more interesting

And far more happy and far more happy

And far more

Tell me where all of this is going to, going to

Tell me where all of this is going to, going to

Now the sky’s given up her child

And the dead grass of the back lawn

I hope she takes the water in my body when I’m gone