POW Coyote

The car screamed down the rivers of asphalt
Along the backs of yellow-striped garter snakes
And we cried
And we cried
There's not a speck of dirt on the ground
There's not a spot of cloud in the sky

The air flooded down our throats
Caught in our lungs like water in moats
There was too much air in our breath
To qualify for death
But we were hollow
We were hollow
We were all so hollow

I wake up every day with a hungry heart
And a hungry mind
Hungry lungs and a hollow spine