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there's a middle aged woman shes dragging her feet
she carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
all the mexican children kick rocks into the street
and they laugh in a language i dont understand
but i love them
oh i love them
so the neighborhood's damning
i smoke on the porch
watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
on their faces just anger or dissappointment
i start wishing there was something i could offer them
consolation, could i offer them
they are sad in their suburbs
robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless
so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all
and the cars in the drive way only multiply
they are lost in their houses
i've heard them sing in the shower
making speaches to their sister on the telephone
saying "you come home, woman, you come here dont stay so far away from me"
this weather has me wanting love more tangible
somethin i can hold
cause its gettin cold
i say hold up a fist to the flame in the sky
to block out the light thats reaching for our eyes
cause it, cause it would blind us
yea it will blind us
i've locked my actions in the grooves of routine
so i may never be free of this apathy
but i wait for a letter thats coming to me
she sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
so there still hope yes i can be healed
there is someone looking for what i've concealed
in my secret drawer in my pockets deep you will find the reason that i cant sleep, will you still want me
will you still want me?
well i say come for the week you can sleep in my bed
and pass through my life like a dream through my head
it will be easy, we'll make it easy
all i have for the moment is a song to pass the time
and a melody to keep me from worrying
some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
and words that are sure to come back to me
and they'll be laughing, and they'll be laughing
my mediocrity, my mediocrity
and they will be laughing
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
Bright Eyes:
