The Northern Lights over Atlanta, Michigan
When the cold stars
Work overtime to impress you
And the Northern Lights rise up from the coral
And your bed is on your back
When the cold stars
Work overtime to impress you
And the Northern Lights get into your marrow
And pull your jawbone slack
You're drunk, you're limp, you cross the 45th
Wagons once crossed where now you take a piss
The lights shine down on downstate boys
Downtrodden-like at God's front door