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While he was falling
I saw his hair
And saw mistakes
That I owe
So many deeds
And failure insisted
On being there
To make me

While he was falling,
I saw a small house
On a tiny beach
And hated them both
For the story wasn’t mine
And for the owner
Who spent his life
Building the house
And once he did,
There was nothing else

While he was falling,
I saw words
That glued my lips
To an awful thought
I didn’t think
And didn’t share

While he was falling,
I saw my pants
And felt the liquid
Running down
Through my veins
To the legs
That cheated him

While he was falling,
I saw her name
Torn into letters
Abstract and dead
And I saw her face
It wasn’t mine

While he was falling,
I saw bread
Cut into pigeons
That couldn’t fly
For the wind
Never came on time

When he was falling,
I dug a hole
With his plastic shovel
Into the ground
Beneath his back
And wished his name
Was Alice
And that I could watch him
fall Forever
Or at least
until I died

When he fell down,
I saw myself, an elephant
And an ice cream
It was me, as it was me
And the elephant
That he couldn’t yet
Pronounce
And the ice cream
for the hour after

Falling

Mustang Drive Music
Produced with Axel Ives, SUNO
Lyrics by Mustang Drive
2025
Title: Furnace in the Crawlspace

[Verse 1]
She kept mothballs in the glovebox, shotgun in the trunk
Had a polaroid of silence and a face that never sunk
Rolled through towns like tumbleweeds with gasoline in her stare
Wore yesterday’s mascara and a coat of county fare

[Verse 2]
There’s a ledger in the floorboards, carved with rusty nail
Names and debts and dirty secrets, weighted down with bail
She knew which preachers lied, which sheriffs took a bribe
Sold matches to the arsonist, just to watch him try

[Chorus]
They called her Widow Thursday, ghost in borrowed boots
She brewed her whiskey bitter and stitched her own disputes
She never sang for mercy, never bent to grace
But there’s fire in her footfalls, and a furnace in the crawlspace

[Verse 3]
Found her in a motel, starlight in her teeth
Eating canned spaghetti, muttering about the wreath
Hung it up in ’87, same day Daddy split
Said the devil wore a flannel and the bastard never quit

[Bridge]
There’s a train yard full of promises, and bones beneath the ash
She buried all her answers in a coffee can of cash
Fed a jukebox full of warnings, played a dirge on cue
And she laughed like broken crystal when the badge boys came through

[Chorus]
They called her Widow Thursday, ghost in borrowed boots
She brewed her whiskey bitter and stitched her own disputes
She never sang for mercy, never bent to grace
But there’s fire in her footfalls, and a furnace in the crawlspace

[Outro]
Now the town keeps quiet when the dogs start to bark
Every porch light flickers with the weight of the dark
’Cause somewhere in the stillness, you can hear her lace
Scrape slow on the floorboards… above that furnace in the crawlspace

Vete

Kevin Kaarl

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