A rework of an old piece. For some reason to means a lot to me.
Behind her the roads washed out again,
and we'll be stuck here for days
waiting for the county to call themselves God
and send someone out in chains.
The sky washed out too.
She's looking into the distance
and I know she can't tell the washed out road
from the w a s h e d o u t s k y.
She keeps on smiling though,
the only thing that doesn't wash out.