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There is a middle-aged woman, she's 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's dimming, I smoke on the porch
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?
And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
And everything they touch 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, you come here, don't stay so far away from me
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold... it's getting cold
I say hold up our fists to a flame in the sky
To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes
'Cause it... 'cause it would blind us, yeah it will blind us
Well I've 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, 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?
Will you still want me?
Well, I say 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... and they'll be laughing
My mediocrity
My mediocrity
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