tarmac in alaska

i want to know if you're alive because it'd make me better inside
oh, the years keep addin up and now it's been one since we sat at the seaside
i want to know if you're still breathin because you're insides are closest to mine
and i still need to pay you back for the french lunch we had in the sunshine

you sat on tarmac in alaska so i slept on the sidewalk until arrived
and when your mom got worried you told her i'd be fine
i brought a Tuborg drinking horn wrapped in newspapers to Washington
a little piece of Denmark i found for you in Oregon


albany, may 2007