Wilco

“I remember my mother’sSister’s husband’s brotherWorking in the goldmine full-timeFilling in for sunshineFiling into tight linesOf ordinary beehivesThe door screams I hate youHate you hanging around my blue jeansWhy is there no breezeNo currency of leavesNo current through the water wireNo feelings I can seeI trust no emotionI believe in locomotionBut I've turned to rust as we've discussedThough I must have let you downtoo many timesIn the dirt and the dust”

“I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.”