Artist: Greg MacPherson
Song Title: Radar
spit shined shoes, john phillip sousa, and domestic oil pcbs
he's counting bank days telling her," everything will work out right..."
watching distant early warning lights fan out across the sky
he hitch hikes back from out west, two time zones away
he's dreaming of a week with her hold up and gets sent back the second day
everything will work out right
she sits on her steps in a black evening dress and painted eyes
the street lights on and her father groans, "she's been waiting out there
watching the ukrainian men and night shift on the street
standing in the shadow of the old ways where the future used to be
saying, "Everything will work out right..."