Rodeo - Darlingside

This is my first rodeo

I’m holding on tight to the rope

Don’t know which way this will go

An aisle at the convenience store

Shoelace gray lottery floor

It feels like I’ve been here before

The clerk is a man behind glass

Behind his eyes is the past

Behind him the local news broadcast

There are only two ways you can go

Away from or back to your home

So I picture a gigantic road

Where everyone walks to the sun oh

This is my first rodeo

I’m holding on tight to the rope

Don’t know which way this will go

Hoping on breakfast downstairs

My mom and my brother are there

Cinnamon toast in the air

The dogs are out back in the snow

TV, the clock radio

Everything talks in its home

As the months are zoomed too far in

These pages are pages I’ve read

And the places are places I’ve been

Oh

And today is the same as the rest

But sure it’s shaped nonetheless

So I stand up and drop off my plate

Push out the door to the front gate

An aisle on a bus out of town

I feel my feet moving me down

The bus lifting up off the ground

Then the thoughts come and go for awhile

The parking lot fades into sight

The path to the beach in the streetlight

The door pulls the bus driver’s hand

The curb pushes up to the sand

I step into an alien land

Oh

Where the sand brush and snow dunes descend

And ice water ocean begins

And I think I can see to the end

The winging the light in the wind