Orion Town 3 by Matthew Milia

Smoking Turkish cigarettes in
The thumb of the midwest when
The sulfur fills the trees
On the fourth of July
You and I
We travel the gravel going home

Home sweet home, home my brother
Not one mind hones to another
Take these tones, and try to color me
And the liquor lotto store
The bathroom floor
See, we unravel like travels
Drunk and sore