'cos this morning I'm going dancing.
Have some fun
and let yourself get thrown around
in the storm.
I never tried to make here safer
but if you're cold,
I'm doing something wrong.
You're a street-walking saint
made of plaster
primer and paint, and I'll follow
blindly at best.
I've never been pushed off the street,
or been invited into a country,
I've never asked for more
than I could carry with me.
But I dashed for the subway,
I snoozed on the ferry, and
I shook along with the bus.
I spent my savings playing roulette
with public transit, where I lost
everything but the frenzy.
When I scraped past the casino,
I remembered "In the long run,
you lose as much as you win.
Andrew, you're better off at home
reading a book."
So I ran on with my
four and a half dollars,
still trying to make myself full.
These months I'm going down a new hill
in a red and black coaster
made of heavy wood.
My Dad built it for my sister and brother
but it's my turn
and I'm not sure if I know how
to use the brakes.
