Michigan and Again

We lay down in the grass
 In our nest of sleeping bags
 Breathing in the shallow canyon air
 The water, 45 degrees
 We wade out to the knees
 And soak to the sleeves in a semi-aquatic prayer
 Great state, what state am I in?
 Compass roses bloom again
 Home of the water, Canada's daughter
 Cradled in a crescent moon grin
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Soft shoulders of sand dunes
 Porcupine cactus flowers bloom
 In the dust of the devil's empty living room
 Salt silts the flattened land
 Time like a snake in the sand
 Powdered porcelain in a stranger's hand
 Great state, what state am I in?
 Compass roses bloom again
 Home of the water, Canada's daughter
 Cradled in a crescent moon grin
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Looking down to the high five
 Grazing ground to hear the sound of a heavy sigh
 Home is where you left your heart behind
 Even fortified fossils dissolve over time
 When I came home, I went down to the lake
 My dad told me he counts up the days
 And when I packed my bags, coffee stains of jet lag
 There were conifers lining the driveway, whispering
 "Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay
 Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay"
 Great state, what state am I in?
 Compass roses bloom again
 Home of the water, Canada's daughter
 Cradled in a crescent moon grin
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again
 Michigan and again and again and again and again