There’s no sense in both of us going I’ll send a line and open it knowing a verse is time that mercy left hurting but fate forgot to finish the job
There must be some kernel of hope that the searching will soften and offer apology working her corners, her corners, her corners and calling them round
For sure I’d have heard, if I knew my own sound
But it’s something that don’t come right up quite often One fist up—pa-pa-pah—politely to cough in and signal enough is enough is enough to save face But a fool won’t stay put in a circle of chalk so save it for someone who knows not to walk
And why chew slow on account of me? It is not as tough as it oughta be What wind blows on a count of three?
No hope, no hope for the curious mind Some note, some note of the furious kind will slip the ear (when least awake) when words are few (and words are few) and you could hear a needle take its time where the dull won’t make it through
And why say hello to someone that you already keep at your feet? It is not as tough as it oughta be
I’m gonna walk right where I came from While you talk night ‘til the day comes to an empty bed