An Empty Corner

Eight tiny lines of *******

Left on a copy machine

In an empty corner of a dream

My sleep could not complete

There are sirens in the birds

And you and I are too far apart

And my eyes need a shave

What else can go wrong?

Now that I'm not longed for

Wild life seems wrong

Won't care

Won't stare

You've got family out there

The silver black boot

That cracked my front tooth

Is a new kind of truth

I'm getting used to

Come back lonely

How sad, if only

I don't believe you don't care

You've got family out there

Where the power lines are down

Whipping sparks around

Like angels touching down

I see you there

How sad, if only

Don't believe you don't care

You've got family out there

You've got family out there