Down at the Buffalo I pray the ridge won’t collapse I pray you will see who I am And still love me I pray everything goes well With the surgery I pray you find peace In the maelstrom And the frozen shit (Say less) Hock a loogie And pray for peace I pray to chain smoke And for the train to be on time I pray for beautiful reasons And for Jake’s monologue Sophomore year For his bunny rabbit Repetitiously hopping. I pray for the lonely Like me For the cars passing by And the passengers I pray for the aborted The castrated The spirits residing in the carpark Where I fucked the ground. I pray for the music makers and magicians And for Zeke And Taylor And Sam Always Sam And for the brothers and sisters Struggling in the front row For everyone who works tonite And tomorrow The miners and extractors Whose rent is due The dunk and strung out The ones whose spark didn’t ignite And whose burnt brightest in a haze