THE FOOTHILLS

HEAVY ENOUGH NOT TO BLOW AWAY

WHEN A FIRE STARTS TO BURN

I’M STANDING HERE ON THE GROUND/ THE SKY ABOVE WON’T FALL DOWN

SIGNALS HAVE CROSSED

COMPRESSED ON A TINY SCREEN

UNDER THE GUN

IN YOUR HANDS

CLOSE ENOUGH TO BE YOUR GHOST

TIPTOE THROUGH OUR SHINY CITY

GRAB HOLD WITH BOTH HANDS

IN NO TIME AT ALL