Heart Of The Continent

 "North   wind    sinks       the   fence   around      a

  lot     full    of  debris,                               Near the

  corner      of           memorial                         and

  me.                                                           Where

  resurrected                       brick and   dry     wall

  lean    back    into    place,                        there's a

  terrified               reflection            of      my      face,

                                                        all

 alone at the gleaming               knife  display     in  the

  army            surplus           sales               as the

  dusk    descends        and my    inspiration

  fails.

  Ghost     -    filled             discount

  parkas,                           sleeping                    bags

                                                    peer at

  me          from                              the crumpled
  dark.
Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of light
and then leak across the body of tonight.
While rain and thunder drop and roll,
then stop short of a storm,
leaves the air stuck with this waiting to be born.
As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door,
just another door that won't open for me anymore?
The exit red gets brighter then blinks off,
presses me into
the crumpled dark.

                                                        There's a

  billboard       on      the highway                       that says

  'Welcome     to                                           Bien-

  venue'                                            but no

  sign    to show     you           when    you     go away.

                                                                And our

  demolitions

  punctuate                                                     all we

  mean           to                 say             but

  leave       too             late.                             So I'll

  make           my                 shaky

  exclamation

  mark                                              with a

  hand                              full

  of                                            the crumpled    dark

I tried to make this as accurate as possible by ear, since I couldn't
find any tabs for the damn thing. If anyone can work out John's song,
'The Last And' I would be very excited.
Enjoy,
Shaun.
KEY:
W = WHOLE NOTE
H = 1/2 NOTE
Q = 1/4 NOTE
E = 1/8 NOTE
S = 1/16 NOTE
T = 1/32 NOTE
. = ADD HALF OF ORIGINAL NOTE LENGTH
... = INDEFINITE NOTE
L = TIED NOTE
^ = ROLLED CHORD