Saturday, August 24, 2002

i should just go to bed but instead i'm listening to one of my favorite Lonestar songs on repeat. "No News"

she could telephone
tell a friend
tell a lie about where she's been
send a pigeon
send a fax
write it on a post-it pad
send a signal up in smoke
tap it out in Morse Code
i'd prefer a bad excuse

she missed her bus
missed her plane
surely this can be explained
lost her car at the mall
got locked in a bathroom stall
joined the cult
joined the klan
on the road with Pearl Jam
buried with The Grateful Dead
came back as a Parrot Head
got derailed
got de-iced
offered as a sacrifice
FBI, CIA
if they've seen her they ain't saying
no news
still no news!