.It's nine-eighteen, yeah, it's coffee-colored evening
The headlights spin shadows on the ceiling
And I'm left here with the Gideon Bible
Long strands of her hair trickle down the bed
In my soul there's a little Alaska
It's eighty below and it's dropping
Sweet Eccles.
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