my skin is humming hallowed signs of weathered
as the first snow touches ground
here in the north we see alot of coming through
but very little local life can be found
and the rigs full of oil and livestock and clothes
for the people of Cleveland, Pittsburgh and Buffalo
come in for a sit over spells and politics
but only stay long enough for a sandwich and a sidehack of spit

the ground is too warm for the snow to hold on
but it falls just the same over red nose and lawn
one more another year that the summer has gone
another night in Erie that will lead me to a similar dawn