We want to see
right up to where you stopped speaking,
and everybody talked to me
to fill a voiding gap,
a gap that’s gaping wide,
it grows wider every time
I get up from where I lie
and lay back down again
and you can’t dare say you have been my friend.
And I can’t say that I’ll take this to the grave,
but it’s about time I try.
And I can’t say that I’ll do this every day,
but in the end you or I will be cryin’.
We wanna man,
and not a belly itcher. Tuna from a can
is not that much bitter than a clam
bought from a fresh food bay
open from noon til Sunday
for the locals to appear
to fulfill their humble needs
but deep down in their sold out hearts they leave feeling empty.
And I can’t say that I’ll take this to the grave,
but it’s about time I try.
And I can’t say that I’ll do this every day,
but in the end you or I will be cryin’.
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