Tangerine - Stephen Steinbrink

　　Lock up the car

　　Sit in the room

　　Forget the time

　　It's all the same to me

　　Walk back outside

　　I notice a truck

　　It's red like the moon

　　Belief beyond routine

　　Drawing maps of the yard

　　Of the house I was born

　　I remember the trees

　　A full grown tangerine