tuned in now to West Virginia

just ten miles left in Pennsylvania

and a past of passed towns unearthed

where the stories of men go unheard

but I can hear them now

from the FM band on the southern bound

the receiver rings, the soul sings through

from the nameless source, alive and true

and I feel so small

trying to count what matters in this world

and I feel so dumb

trying to catch my thoughts as they come

and I am so bored

here in the wake of post-modern lore

but I will not succumb

to this listless nihilist doldrum