And the Days Were Just Packed

You try not to believe what you already know
You walk through neighborhoods they said you shouldn’t go Just so you can feel
Something that’s real
If you thought college was hard then wait till 27
But don’t take it to heart do as when you were 11
Recreate the scenes with action figurines
You send armies of dumb questions to invade my thoughts
Like is it possible for rebel astronauts to Smoke cigars on the moon
Do the deaf lip-read cartoons?
The ghosts have all left town and the neighbors are at war
And we’re deafened by the sound of the shops shutting at four
We’re filling days
With feeling dazed
There’s a place secret the this whole hostile race
You can go but only for those in the know
Take the tack in but it’s hidden by brambles and bracken
There’ll be square signs to direct the way there
You’ll find reams of planet print wallpaper dreams
You’ll find rhymes that explain what we did with the time
There’s a place!