There is a middle-aged woman 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?
So the neighborhood is dimming as I smoke on the porch
and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
And on their faces just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation, what could I offer them?
When they are sad in their suburbs robots water the lawn
and everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they start to believe that they haven't touched anything at all
While the cars in the driveway only multiply
They are lost in their houses
I have heard them sing in the shower
and making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, You come home
Darling, 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
So lets hold up our fists to the flame in the sky
to block out the light that is reaching for our eyes
because it would blind us 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 is 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 concealed in my secret drawer,
in my pockets deep,
you will find the reasons that I can't sleep and you will still want me
But will you still want me?
Well, I say come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And then pass through my life like a dream through my head
It will be easy I will make it easy
But all I have for the moment is a song to pass the time
A melody to keep me from worrying
Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy
And some words that are sure to come back to me and they will be laughing
My mediocrity My mediocrity