Each night I take in our city's song
Sirens, horns at stoplights, barking dogs
You could call it hopeful; call it bleak
I don't care. I just want to fall asleep
Radiator humming on and off right by the stove
Small device suffice to heat my tiny home
My good ear to the pillow to muffle the sounds
So why can I not sleep now?
Liquor, pills, and sheep
None of them can keep me
From wasting away my life
Staring at ceilings
My old best friend told me all about her dreams
She lived another life beneath the sheets
She got scared some nights and she'd forget to breathe
Ring me up at one A.M. and so I'd leave
My dad claims to commune with the dead
Barbeques with lost relatives and friends
He tells me what they did and what they said
It must be nice, even though they're just chemicals in his head
Liquor, pills, and sheep
None of them can keep me
From wasting away my life
Staring at ceilings
And it goes on and on
And on and on
And none and none
And none and none
And none anon
And none anon
And John Gay's grave