Sitting on the open trunk door of a pick up truck,
Stars peeping out,
Pile of wood ready to set aflame ,
My cochlea receiving vibrations of a child screaming,
Did Timmy fall into a well again?
Wait who is Timmy?
My friend sees my b e w i l d e r m e n t etched on my face,
Its just the couple of kids we keep in the barn,
Yeah, we raise them,
Why are they not inside the house,
That's just unsanitary and indecent,