Glengary Leads

It’s 3am,
a siren wallows by,
staring at paint chips
listening to the sounds
a city rotting on refuse
of a million darling people

and I’m left thinking
I’ll be blind forever

I wasn’t there the day
You forgot how to say your name
I heard it from a phone
The music’s over now
Dog has died in the backyard grass
the cancer’s taken home

Give me Glengary leads
and give me someone to sell
on the idea that these things
will turn out, when we’re turned out
because I don’t believe

Today I called people
all across the country
I didn’t know
and asked them for money
sold them on the tragic-hope
of hopelessness sold them on
the tragedy of hope.

there’s never a dial tone
you can’t reach a soul

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