Cartiello Construction crews are here
At the neighboring yard
Across the street, full of plywood

Everything there is just oblique
It's empting to see
How it affects my life these days

But it does, so don't ask
It's just the way it goes
Two chords at once, I guess

Gonna play the three chords that I play
Most of the time
Because they feel good

I see a traffic cone

That's the way it goes I guess
I can't remember when I felt more #blessed

Water
Why is it so clear?
Clear as you, my dear
You're in a truck, you cost a buck
You're late and out of luck

Here we go, down the road
Just another time or two
It's not me, it's you
Here we go, down the road again, I guess
Why did you turn there?