enough to get by

listening

listening

and every hand is framed

that gang of hours

still call themselves a day. call it shades and subtleties

enraged

grey generalities

whatever

'cause i'll still call it plain

i'd like to get enough to get by

string along and wave goodbye

a train will lull any soul to sleep. you'll wake to find you're still alone

with every lie you know. come with me and waste another hour.