No More Poetry Wilco

Gonna take a meteor shower
Lay me out on the lawn
With one detective's daughter
Nth power, shine on

And maybe my verses ain't that free
'Cause there'll be no more poetry

Taurus is a great big bull
He hid my heart out in the woods
The heavens move so slow
But I'm quick and good

And you don't have to be poor to hang with me
'Cause there'll be no more poetry

There's a God-shaped hole
Bleeding love up above
And in my heart full of soul
I just can't seem to get enough

And you don't have to be poor to hang with me
'Cause there'll be no more poetry

Cut it up, cut it up
Fill it up, fill it up