He sits on the table The man shakes his hand and says You’re in good hands today
She quiet with fingers crossed counting the sleep she’s lost She thinks this could be the last time She’s waiting
So soft and easily they cut an opening Tearing the bad things right out They are watch dogs
Barking at black spots Moving quiet in the night While he’s waiting
Fluorescent Light fell on our faces In the waiting room empty of patience And you left your daughters all three full of desires And there is only so much I can do There was only so much we could do
She speaks of gabardine I am inheriting All these greens and blues Will she visit me When I’m fast asleep will she speak at all? When I’m waiting?
