Hawthorne To Hennepin

There’s a painting of a ship with sailors made of string
Christmas lights hang down from the sky
I promise and I plead to our computer screen
To do my best from August to July

There’s a painting of a bridge back from where I used to live
Everything’s gonna ride?
What my brother could have been?
That’s why I’ve been wandering
From hawthorne to hennepin
To brooklyn and back again

There’s a painting of priest underneath the tree?
Christmas lights hang down from the sky
The paper dolls they pray to a watercolor stain
To keep us safe from August to July

August to July
August to July
August to July tonight