Sometimes I feel like a vacant lot.
All tattered with graffiti and overgrown with waist-high weeds…
Like I used to be a going concern, you know, but now, no…
Maybe I’m partially paved. Yeah. I can see me having a cracked asphalt crust.
What if a vacant lot were to get tired of it, stand up, and walk away?
What would be left? Just a hole in the ground or what?
I’m fixin’ to walk away.