This town is just a suitcase

My soul speaks
Then sings
Like the wind without the rush

You can only hear it
If you close your eyes
Go ahead, close your eyes

The universe,
Big and black
is just a suitcase

Maybe my voice
falls silent on the walls
or maybe it echoes through it all

Maybe my voice
Is like the catcher’s call
Or maybe it echoes through it all

That great echo
down the hall

That echo
since the fall

fall

fall

… all

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