Withered Life

Pretty Penny stole a quarter
from the counter of the coffee shop
now she's struggling to keep her head
a pack of butterflies and a swallowed guilt

Mr. Leningrad he knew but thought
he'd might as well just keep it to himself
being a man that thrived on principles
it was just shameless being so indisposed

Sally Sue made a waiver
what with Tuesday aching in her mind
such an expression that just held on
an old reluctance drowned in sweet surrender

Micky Moffens found his alibi
while he whispered to himself one day
could a god above had took to pity
for bold and bright he stood with a radiant smile

From the corners of the docks
where ships set sail into the void of space
where waters sweep across for miles and miles to come

From the deserts in the plains
where all the dust lay in the sands of time
where echoes stretches out in such a blinding sight

Look a little closer
and you just might catch a glimpse of that withered life
around the bend from where you used to be

Tommy Sue and the mockingbird
up perched upon the wooden rooftop
saw life just dissapear into the distance
with a pocket of coins and a rusty knife

Mrs. Hemming had a silly trick
the same old one she keeps up in her sleeve
the loneliness that came when time moved on
if silly acts could play on six feet under

Hopeful Willy took a trip downtown
and misplaced his steps along the way
where certainty is bound to recognise
his careless trails shadowed a wounded pride

Sally Hopkins made a promise
as a tribute to the morning dew
still it's everyday that keeps passing by
how pretty conscience slowly withers by her side

From the corners of the docks
where ships set sail into the void of space
where waters sweep across for miles and miles to come

From the deserts in the plains
where all the dust lay in the sands of time
where echoes stretches out in such a blinding sight

Look a little closer
and you just might catch a glimpse of that withered life
around the bend from where you used to be