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