Thoughts on Greetings from Amarillo by Terry Allen

Sirens in the dust
Amarillo in the rain
Every distance so far away it might as well be California
Every song tires on the highway
Wheels on the rail
Cops chasing killers across the front page
The second, and third, all the way past till you're down to plain view
Yesterdays new tattooed on the Vietnam vets stump
On the Baghdad vets burns and bone
Just motion little honey
Sirens in the dust
Calling you home