Molly, catch the news! It’s just in.
“Molly’s left her kids and husband.”
How much will it cost me, bus man, to ride to the furthest well?
Some place where they throw their coins in,
lovers exercise their loins and
Sunday comes and Monday joins in a round that the schoolkids tell.
Molly, who’s gonna clean the kitchen?
Molly, who’s gonna reel the fish in?
Do you think that they’ve got a mission
for Miss No One’s of no clear ambition?
Molly, what place have you gone to?
Molly, name the pasts that haunt you.
Driver, drive me – lead me on to the town built upon that well.
Are the priests there filled with wisdom?
Can I toss a dime or fist in?
Do they mind what’s hers, what’s his? When they die, do they toll that bell?
Molly, who’s gonna do your favors?
Molly, who’s gonna say your prayers?
Say goodbye to the small-town saviors –
to the bank and its provident savers.
Driver here, driver there –
driver, far away to anywhere
it pleases you to take me,
or maybe
I can drive and you can keep the bus fare!
There’s the well! Let’s pull up.
Come on! Let’s get out and fill our cups up.
If we find by chance the town is still up
we’ll send for the mayor!
Molly, do you have a witness?
Molly, this is not their business.
Life gives more where it gives less in the town built around that well.
Here we’re either sad or sick or
if we die we gasp to live more.
Life gives less where it gives more, nevermind what the papers tell.
Molly, who’s gonna lift the latch up?
Molly, who’s gonna get the ketchup?
Do the things we are promised match up
with the destinies in which they’ve been snatched up?
Driver here, driver there –
driver, far away to anywhere
it pleases you to take me,
or maybe
I can drive and you can keep the bus fare!
There’s the well! Let’s pull up.
Come on! Let’s get out and fill our cups up.
If we find by chance the town is still up
we’ll breathe in its air!
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