Exploding Anthills

Exploding anthills in my head I'll tell you later, now I'm dead I call girl with x-ray hair Call again but she's not there It's all the earthquakes In the Finger Lakes Thing thinking A thing thinking A thing thinking A thing thinking She gave me things that made me dig Magic vestibules and horses wig A shredded box from the raging wood On an ant from a smashed car on the hood And at the equinox Can't reach the P.O. box A thing thinking A thing thinking A thing thinking A thing thinking