Weekend in Western Illinois

The land's opening up like a blanket

And the dandelions spread themselves thickly out

Along the fields, which are, evidently, endless

And we are hotly in love with one another

We've got an unquenchable thirst in our throats

We are, for some reason, all the time bleeding

We are friendless

And we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in

Galesburg

Because they seem to know something nobody else knows

It is written in the smiles on their faces and it rings

in their high young voices

We are burning up all of our choices up here where the

tall grass grows

Up here in Galesburg

The sky's opening up like an old wound

And the rain on our bodies is warm tonight

And the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking

thunder

We can taste fresh blood in our mouths again

There is no chance of getting enough of it

And we tally up all our posessions, we're going under

Yeah, we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in

Galesburg

As the new season rocks them in its terrible arms

They howl as if the world were ending as we are

watching the sky unwinding

Some of our promises were binding up here where our

dreams take form

Up here in Galesburg

Up here in Galesburg