A Song to Pass The Time - Bright Eyes

There is a middle-aged woman dragging her feet. She carries baskets of clothes to a
laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street and they laugh in a language I
don?t understand. But I love them. Why do I love them? So the neighborhood is dimming as I
smoke on the porch and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars. And on their
faces just anger or disappointment. I start wishing there was something I could offer them. A
consolation, what could I offer them? When they are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless. So they start to believe that they haven?t
touched anything at all. While the cars in the driveway only multiply. They are lost in their
houses. I have heard them sing in the shower and making speeches to their sister on the
telephone. Saying, You come home. Darling, you come here. Don?t stay so far away from me.
This weather has me wanting love more tangible. Something I can hold because it?s getting
cold. So lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky to block out the light that is reaching for our
eyes because it would blind us. It will blind us. Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of
routine. So I may never be free of this apathy. But I wait for a letter that is coming to me. She
sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope. So there still is hope. Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for what I concealed in my secret drawer, in my pockets deep, you will
find the reasons that I can?t sleep and you will still want me. but will you still want me? Well, I
say come for the week. You can sleep in my bed. And then pass through my life like a dream
through my head. It will be easy. I will make it easy. But all I have for the moment is a song to
pass the time. A melody to keep me from worrying. Oh, some simple progression to keep my
fingers busy. And some words that are sure to come back to me and they will be laughing. My
mediocrity. My mediocrity.

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