Blue Tag in the Walmart Rain

Pulled in close to the big glass doors Blue tag hangin’ Swingin’ proud Heat like a blanket Sky spillin’ down Air so heavy it might talk out loud White lines crooked on the faded tar My old van wheezin’ But it still goes far Oh the wheels roll slow in the Walmart rain Florida steam runnin’ through my veins Drizzle on the windshield Sweat on my neck But I’ve earned this spot and I’ll park right here A limp in my step and a laugh in my chest In a handicapped space where I catch my breath Inside it’s cold as a winter pier Fog on my glasses Can’t see a thing Flip-flops slappin’ by the stacked canned beans Kids play tag in the fitting-room ring Cart with a wobble and a wicked squeal Trolley wars breakin’ in the frozen meal Oh the wheels roll slow in the Walmart rain Florida steam runnin’ through my veins Drizzle on the windshield Sweat on my neck But I’ve earned this spot and I’ll park right here A limp in my step and a laugh in my chest In a handicapped space where I catch my breath Sticker on the bumper from a long-gone year Back still hums with the old pain’s bite But I’ll hum my tune down the bargain aisle And I’ll make it home by the dying light (hey!) Oh the wheels roll slow in the Walmart rain Florida steam runnin’ through my veins Drizzle on the windshield Sweat on my neck But I’ve earned this spot and I’ll park right here A limp in my step and a laugh in my chest In a handicapped space where I catch my breath