Album: Fevers And MirrorsA Song To Pass The TimeThere's a middle-aged woman she is 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?
Now the neighborhood's dimming
I smoke on the porch 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 have touched 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've 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 because it's getting cold
I say let's hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes
'Cause it would blind us yeah it will blind us
Now I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that's 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 and my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can't sleep
And you will still want me
Will you still want me?
Will you still want me...
Well I said 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
Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me
And they'll be laughing, yeah they'll be laughing... my mediocrity
My mediocrity...