Dotted Line

Ignore the wreckage on the shoulder
I cross the border into New Jersey
Where a dotted line from my antenna says
May no fantasy hold my head up

Just another day in the polar vortex
Do I do my thing and just keep my head down?
Or do I eclipse back to Atlanta no
May no fantasy hold my head up
Nor may no memory fold my head in

Cuz I don’t know how
But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
Cuz I don’t know how
But I’m thinking it’ll all work out

In the night when I feel your absence
Like a dotted line across my shoulder
Like a silver vision across the desert
May no memory hold my head up

Now
The endless night and I lift my head up where
Beyond my window a thread of light lives
With Manhattan island on the horizon
Nor may no memory hold my head up
Nor may no fantasy fold my head in

Cuz I don’t know how
But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
Cuz I don’t know how
But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
Cuz I don’t know how
But I’m thinking it’ll all work out
Cuz I don’t know how
But I’m thinking it’ll all work out