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