Under the Rub

Brought low by the mistletoe
And recollected lost dreams
People mention my heroes
And clumsy, younger men

In the same breath
Arrange them on the same plane
I feel the weight of my absence
From the conversation

I keep looking at my cell phone
Can’t stop looking at my cell phone

My brother’s out on the mountain
My sister’s in the class room
The town breathes on without us
We drive on through the afternoon

You’re riding quiet beside me
One more field whispers past
I need a laser
Landmark breaking up the stream

I keep looking at my cell phone
Can’t stop looking at my cell phone

In the rooms surrounding
Ten songs play at once
All of a sudden
A long awaited cheer erupts

I keep looking at my cell phone
Can’t stop looking at my cell phone