Blackstone rangers circling 'round
Pretty strangers getting down
Golden lessons are learning themselves this evening
Fauban fables exploding new
Beating hearts and they're bleeding blue
Stolen questions that I never knew we'd rescue
And we sail on
So where did all the Dan Penns go?
And who am I to think I'd know?
A Southern cipher or merely a backseat driver?
The favorite suns must be setting soon
Running scared to the classic tune
Of broken cycles a-chiming in time and season