Weekend In Western Illinois

The land's opening up like a blanket
 And the dandelions spread themselves thickly out
 Along the fields, which are, evidently, endless
 And we are hotly in love with one another
 We've got an unquenchable thirst in our throats
 We are, for some reason, all the time bleeding
 We are friendless
 And we love these dogs that roll on the lawns here in Galesburg
 Because they seem to know something nobody else knows
 It is written in the smiles on their faces and it rings in their high young voices
 We are burning up all of our choices up here where the tall grass grows
 Up here in Galesburg
 The sky's opening up like an old wound
 And the rain on our bodies is warm tonight
 And the ground underneath us shakes in the cracking thunder
 We can taste fresh blood in our mouths again
 There is no chance of getting enough of it
 And we tally up all our posessions, we're going under
 Yeah, we love these dogs that loll in the rain here in Galesburg
 As the new season rocks them in its terrible arms
 They howl as if the world were ending as we are watching the sky unwinding
 Some of our promises were binding up here where our dreams take form
 Up here in Galesburg
 Up here in Galesburg