Robert Pollard

Prom Is Coming

Robert Pollard


In this greater battle 
Where tanks corrode & airplanes dissolve 
Indians race on foot 
Up to the fallen idol 
And there is no longer fight 
Only the stolen set list 
Clutched in seizure 
Disregard injury 
And race madly 
Out of the universe by sundown 
And I will stay 
To help you prepare 
For what it was 
You said I could not afford to miss