lonely export

she is a lonely export
she is sunburned and leather
she is a misplaced map
he is going down to get her

it's the same tray of circumstances
it's the same unopened letter
it's the moving violation
it's the chronic bed wetter

she's a rambling export
she's moldy cheddar
she's cutting off the lifelines
and threatening to sever

the day they walked the hudson
along the garbage and the feathers
he went home and drew her picture
i thanked the stars he'd met her

he rubbed the buddha's belly
he said they'd be together
she says she left for winter
but he's going down to get her