Wooden walls and neon signs

They're all elbows and eyes

And how they speak makes sense to the sound

Of the rain outside.



They'll make it sound so cheap;

Like mornings are all this fine.

Sleeping through tears and slippery nights that will soon cake and dry

I'm not asking why.



We left a note in your car in a place where you'll look

and you'll find out on the way back home, the sunset is someone's.



From fast clouds to clear sky,

No one's asking why

Through reflections and handprints

I can still see for miles.



I see couches I could sleep on

And tell a hundred stores

Of fatherless friends and friendless fathers

And those who'll notice that some can stay in while some are left out,

And somehow we all fall asleep tonight.