I hope, I plead, this reaches someone soon   Before this head becomes nobody much later      I see real as an aging face with lines of time put right in place      We fuck like tides   While Father City smokes up Mother Countryside's   Leaves her giggling leaves      I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place   I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place   I see real as an aging face, with lines of time put right in place      The blitz is in the grandkids now with elders feeling so left out   The blitz is in the grandkids now with elders feeling so left out   The blitz is in the grandkids now with elders feeling so left out   ...