New Song

Wash out all the regular faces from the aperature
Everyone smiles at the beautiful
With nothing to say
Long lights burn the afternoon
The past runs through the living room
And in a while time will talk to you
Or get in your way
Too cold for an early death
Zen kids in the accident
All of the flowers that the families left
Grew in their place
And if they fall
Cover them all with a blanket of love
So sick of the things I want
A scarecrow terrified by a distant caw
Morning is mocking night club parking lots in the new light of day
Raw lights burn the room to dust
Time passes notes illedgibley written and nebulous
And in a while time will talk to us
With nothing to say.