Buzzing along getting to Opelika
Liam O'hara stranded at the hotel.
Long slow train headed for Edgewood
Brother Dave jumps when he hears the bell.
It takes some time
through this weary night.
It takes some time
take a U-turn at the light.
Smell of Huckabee Lumber down below us
headed due west just past Smith's Station.
Liam's car won't start somewhere in Opelika
spoken map engrained in my concentration.
It takes some time
in these wicked days.
It takes some time
in our seperate ways.
Miss Anna Jones
Today's the day
The Fairways Lounge
The Lakeview Room
Missed anyway
They must be gone
They've gone home.
Let me know when you want to have that long talk
I'll wear the lampshade on my head.
Through divine intrevention or coincidence
I won't forget what we should have said.
It takes some time
through this weary heart.
it takes some time
to make a new start.
Will Dockery: words
Henry Conley: music
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New poetry & music recordings by Will Dockery
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