In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
Will you still want me?
My mediocrity
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Saying, "You come home, come here
Something I can hold because it's getting cold"
And words that are sure to come back to me and they'll be laughing
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope
It will, it will be easy, I'll make it easy
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
And they'll be laughing
Well they are lost in their houses
So there still is hope, yes I can be healed
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
A melody to keep me from worrying
My mediocrity
You will find the reasons that I can't sleep
They'll be laughing
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
They'll be laughing
There is someone looking for what I concealed
But you still want me
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
Consolation, could I offer them?
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don't understand
I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
And you will still want me
Because, because it would blind us, it will blind us"
I said, "Hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
So the neighborhood's dimming as I smoke on the porch
But I love them, why do I love them?
So I may never be free of this apathy
Well, I say, "Come for the week, you can sleep in my bed"
All I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
Never sad in their suburbs robots, water the lawn
Don't stay so far away from me
So they start to believe that they've not touched anything at all
To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes
And heard them sing in the shower
And pass through my life like a dream through my head
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
