step into heavy water, rose up to your knees   spit shined shoes, john phillip sousa, and domestic oil pcbs      he's counting bank days telling her," everything will work out right..."   watching distant early warning lights fan out across the sky      he hitch hikes back from out west, two time zones away   he's dreaming of a week with her hold up and gets sent back the second day      everything will work out right      she sits on her steps in a black evening dress and painted eyes   the street lights on and her father groans, "she's been waiting out there    since five!"      watching the ukrainian men and night shift on the street   standing in the shadow of the old ways where the future used to be      saying, "Everything will work out right..."