A Song to Pass the Time Bright Eyes
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[Verse 1]
There's a middle-aged woman, she is dragging her feet
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don't understand
But I love them
Why do I love them?
[Verse 2]
So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch
Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
On their face it's just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation
What could I offer them?
[Verse 3]
And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they started to believe they've not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well they are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, "You come home, woman, you come here
Don't stay so far away from me"
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold, cause it's getting cold
There's a middle-aged woman, she is dragging her feet
She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street
And they laugh in a language I don't understand
But I love them
Why do I love them?
[Verse 2]
So the neighborhood's dimming, I smoke on the porch
Watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars
On their face it's just anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something I could offer them
A consolation
What could I offer them?
[Verse 3]
And they are sad in their suburbs, robots water the lawn
And everything they touch gets dusted spotless
So they started to believe they've not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well they are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
Making speeches to their sister on the telephone
Saying, "You come home, woman, you come here
Don't stay so far away from me"
This weather has me wanting love more tangible
Something I can hold, cause it's getting cold
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