I'm pushing pins through the pavement.
I'm adding days to the week.
I feel the city sidewalk shake beneath me
While everyone sleeps.
I'm spiking Punch & Judy sendoffs
With silver dollars I stole
From Michael's dresser somewhere back in Brooklyn
While he was out digging holes.
I wrote the horse you rode in on a letter
To keep the focus off me, and make it stay there,
To keep you guessing whil the shift change splits the streets,
But I still can't sleep.