Wounded Knee

drunk and entwined
along the railway line
haven't seen you this happy
in a long time
since the last decade
seems all the bad bottles finally paid off
seems all you sad lovers
gather moss
but the sun is in the bay
loose on a quiet day

with an indurance of three
I got down on my good knee
good hand on the wounded
with one sentence I'd destroy it all
but nature cooled it

so call it a draw
you got your teenage memorial
and I got free alcohol
drunk and alone
on a road called home
the story's old
but I won't let go