under a weak moon,   the street lights   paint tree shadows   on dinosaur asphault.      turn on the high beams   when it gets too thick,   the phone lines cut clouds,   the trees, they need braces...      and wherever i sit down,   a parking meter springs up,   earth is colddddddd   and it's almost juneee.      i've been shining    my shoulders    for the big game.   it's time, ohhhh my...