when i lived in milwaukee the pines they called my name lake michigan everywhere i was flotsam on its shore

in a huge tunnel i went in a small bungalo i stayed i met violent femmes but frank lloyd wasn’t there

i was in a hard kind of love elusive and strange i didn’t get it all at lake geneva

i wonder where you are you gave me away but cried i still have that scar on my arm my heart’s at the door

when i lived in milwaukee the pines they knew my name lake michigan everywhere and i missed new york

bhagiti 5.6.07 perrysburg, oh