From the recording 2020
words & sounds by Cygne
Lyrics
Chapter I.
This whole continent is a dust bowl. This whole country is a bad idea. Mountains broken, horizon proud. Late in the day it bleeds.
Chapter II.
Two lanes, three-fingered men, clutching bottles, writers’ pens. Stories told with an eye. Wish it could be different. Wish I was. America’s one big suburb. Settled as a bullet in a gun.