Tacoma Narrows

You told me “calm down, make it better”

That I come around with all my weather

While California goes

You twist me up like Tacoma Narrows

An engineering disaster

From an aeroelastic flutter

That broke me in two

And they’ll show it on a 16mm

It might even make the news

Sit down call my friends

Talk until I’m not playing pretend

While everywhere else gets cold

I’ll wade in the sound of the undertow

It pushes back my shoulders

When I surface everything’s smoldering

So I look up at the moon

And you’re sitting there waving signals at me

Smiling at the view