They will be tested tomorrow

The final few

The faithful five

It will go well

It is not mine

It is Detroit

A big city haze

I can’t see what I can’t see

I don’t like taking my time

With melting popsicles

That I didn’t stand in line to buy

Guess guess guess, guesses the fool

The truth is that I don’t know

And yes, flesh will stink if it burns

Hope says there’s no chance of sorrow

They will be tested tomorrow