Prom Is Coming - Robert Pollard

In this greater battle

Where tanks corrode and airplanes dissolve

Indians race on foot

Up to the fallen idol

And there is no longer fight

Only the stolen set list

Clutched in seizure

Disregard injury

And race madly

Out of the universe by sundown

And I will stay

To help you prepare

For what it was

You said I could not afford to miss