No News from North

Endless days and nights alone
A free trade zone with the curtains drawn
And I’m a drunken mess winning bets on never seeing Boston again
I’m tired as hell about this off and on
And back and forth and home, then gone
And if I’m wrong then damn it, condemn me now, please
Cause I can’t breathe… without you
Without you
Without you… without you
That track was long and that train was fast
And I stopped thinking back in Halifax
And now I know that, I’ll never drink alone with you again
I touched my feet to sand and pavement salt
Called the Midwest my home this fall
But it was never home, home’s just a distraction I invent
When I can make rent
I’ll cover the cost of a flight for you to stay one night
Been tracing steps from months to years on stolen rides of tariff steel
Robbed the World Bank one of an affinity group or two
Now my shade tree’s gone and my dried leave bed
Is level grade for a parking deck
And my key chain’s as empty as my mood
God damn, I still can’t move
I’ll cover the cost of a flight for you to stay one night