Everything Is Connected And Everything Matters (A Temporary Solution To a Permanent Problem)

On a late spring day, when summer began to take shape

You lowered your head to bear an uneven compromise

How your voice held steel, make sharp by the sound of it aloud!

You were drunk on each syllable; you could not even hear what it sang

When you were young, you spent your summers in maine

And stripped of the friends you made

You gorged yourself on frost and hemingway

When you came back to michigan

You would walk with words you did not speak

And dress yourself with an air we couldn't reach

So when you go back to maine, I hope that you stay

(Where you have corned truth and beauty)

And each borrowed refrain you sing, you sing

You sing will sound the same to the lonely, lonely sea