Have A Safe Trip, Dear

In the kitchen, in a chair

Above the vent where the heat is

The man sits beside her

She's baking their daily bread

And living through each step with direction

He watches her with admiration

Unable to make sense of her magic

The magician sets the oven at 350 degrees

And lets her work do the trick

He grinds the beans for their coffee

And they move to a different space

Where they wait

Gone to a different room

In the (?)

Riding there, riding there

I'm trying...

Waiting there, waiting there

It's been so long, it's been so long

The man lies down beside her

She strikes a flame to kill the absolute darkness

"Calm and disjointed", she says

"Exactly the way it should be"

And then it all comes down around him

Sleep is hard and the flames keep burning

Until the clock went blank

(?)

....On both sides

Smoke gets so much thicker

So much thicker that it goes unseen

(?)

At the station

Waiting there

For the front door

Waiting there

Running there

I'm station, I'm station

I'm station, I'm station.