Closer and Closer
Early warm winds
And we’re on our feet
Out of the house
From nine to nine
Golden hours taken
All over the place
And your smile isn’t lost
Along with the time
You stop
Zoom
Look in to the person seated next to you
Contemplating how he’s going to break the news
Diagnosed
Bruised throat
Where’s hope?
Coffee’s cold
And there’s another bus
But if you miss it you’re screwed
And that’s a risk that just
Can’t be took
But there’s pain in those eyes
And if you miss that he’s screwed
And the airbrakes stop
And you turn to look
What’s your name?
What do you want me to do for you?
Tell me what you think.
Things that make sense are few.
