THE CROFTON CHRONICLE # 8 nowhere town, nowhere town / my father grew up with his eyes painted violet by his father’ s fists / he had our house built by a lake because it helped him forget where we came from / his mother lies scattered beneath the willow tree / nowhere town, nowhere town / say a prayer for the lovers and the dark-spun girls with torn-up notebooks, clutching at the past and the future with bitten nails
nowhere town, nowhere town / my father grew up with his eyes painted violet by his father’ s fists / he had our house built by a lake because it helped him forget where we came from / his mother lies scattered beneath the willow tree / nowhere town, nowhere town / say a prayer for the lovers and the dark-spun girls with torn-up notebooks, clutching at the past and the future with bitten nails
nowhere town, nowhere town / my father grew up with his eyes painted violet by his father’ s fists / he had our house built by a lake because it helped him forget where we came from / his mother lies scattered beneath the willow tree / nowhere town, nowhere town / say a prayer for the lovers and the dark-spun girls with torn-up notebooks, clutching at the past and the future with bitten nails
nowhere town, nowhere town / my father grew up with his eyes painted violet by his father’ s fists / he had our house built by a lake because it helped him forget where we came from / his mother lies scattered beneath the willow tree / nowhere town, nowhere town / say a prayer for the lovers and the dark-spun girls with torn-up notebooks, clutching at the past and the future with bitten nails
nowhere town, nowhere town / my father grew up with his eyes painted violet by his father’ s fists / he had our house built by a lake because it helped him forget where we came from / his mother lies scattered beneath the willow tree / nowhere town, nowhere town / say a prayer for the lovers and the dark-spun girls with torn-up notebooks, clutching at the past and the future with bitten nails
TO GROW UP NOWHERE( A RECKONING)