I'm pushing pins through the pavement

I'm adding days to the week

I feel the city sidewalk shake beneath me

While everyone sleeps

I'm spiking Punch & Judy sendoffs

With silver dollars I stole

From Michael's dresser somewhere back in Brooklyn

While he was out digging holes

I wrote the horse you rode in on a letter

To keep the focus off me, and make it stay there

To keep you guessing whil the shift change splits the streets

But I still can't sleep