When was the last time you cried over your mother
We're all mothers and bums
stranded on our own street corners
w/grim looks/jaundice eyes
waiting for recognition
something to happen
Everything flowing past
Cars following cars out of town
Into the house-up the driveway
Into a parking lot
A drive-thru next to a dumpster
We can have everything we want
If we cease wanting everything
Belief is half the struggle
In this effort of completion
Can you feel the weight of things?
Here as they are
As they have always been and always will be
It's just us
You've got something on your mind
Something you're not saying
but there isn't much time left to say it
And it'd make all of the difference