I just gotta find it
I lower my eyes wishing I could cry more
I in my darkened threshold am pawing through my pockets
I was better off alone, ain't that the way it is
Somebody and their spray paint got too close
They don't know the first thing but you don't know that
Go ahead, ask me if I care
And put more than change in our cup
I'm getting bold in my old age
I was trying to love someone again
And care less, yes it's true
The, the ice is clinking in his glass
I don't fool myself with romance
The receipts, the bus schedules, the matchbook phone numbers
Ask me, go ahead, ask me, go ahead, ask me
They better take the elevator down
Until we're killed, he's up there
He allows me to stand and solicit graffiti until
And we are being kept alive
I don't ask
I just empty my pockets and wait
My fingers are red and swollen from the cold
So go ahead, try the door, it doesn't matter anymore
I just live phone number to phone number
Now look at me made ugly by the drooling letters
Somebody came on too heavy
And whoever's in charge
It's not fate, it's just circumstance
But I love this city, this state this country is too large
Which whisper history incessantly asking me, “Where were you?”
In the warmth of my pockets
Dusting them against my thighs
The urgent napkin poems all of which laundering has rendered
He needs the land I stand on
It's little pieces of paper
Pulpy and strange, loose change and a key
I know the weak hearted are strong willed
I got the answer here, I wrote it down somewhere
I was caught caring, bearing weight
Until they take the first swing
