Pa drove to town yesterday to pick up a friend. He found the locker she lay in. He drove to old man Ed Somerton's place. To finally disappear. He got there round about twelve. And he stayed 'till three. And the sun left him down in the valley. But the moon met him up in the hills by the lake. Reflecting the (?). Suppertime came and went. no one heard from him. 'Sis answered it. 'Sis left his food on his plate. At the end of the table right next to mom's place. But nobody'd sit. Telephone rang about six. I answered it. I felt the news through the floorboards. Like a long Southern bone (?) like a wreck on the. lake (?). Like a joint (?). Sh-lalalalalalala. Sh-lalalalalalala. So I drove to town yesterday. To pick up his bed. I found the locker he lay in. I drove to old man Ed Somerton's place. To find me some peace