A Song To Pass The Time
(专辑: Fevers And Mirrors - 2000)
There is a
middle-aged woman she's 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. On their faces just anger or disappointment. I
start wishing there was something I
could offer them. A
consolation, what could I
offer them? And they are sad in their suburbs robots water the
lawn And everything they touch gets dusted spotless. And so they start to believe they've not touched anything at all. And the
cars in the
driveway only multiply. They are lost in their houses. I
have heard them sing in the
shower Making speeches to their sister on the
telephone. Saying, you come home. Woman, you come here. Don't stay so far away from me. This weather has me wanting love more tangible. Something I
can hold cause it's getting cold. I
say hold up our fists to the
flame in the
sky To block out the
light that's reaching for our eyes Cause it... cause it would blind us. Yeah it will blind us. Well, 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 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've 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? Will you still want?... 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... it will be easy. I'll 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 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'll be laughing)