The Combine

She’s got more pills
Than problems
She’s got no silhouette
She crawls inside the combine
To smoke her cigarette

She’s caught inside the chorus
Of an old Hank Williams hit
It’s a cold night in the heartland
As her smoke curls up and drifts

As the coyotes crowd the cliffs

(“The Combine” – Dane Sybrant)

Listen to “The Combine” by The Debts here.