Never thought it’d come to this
But there you were
Sleeping in your clothes
In bed with your arithmetic
Your hair had grown so long
In your repose
There among the broken glass
Were annuals and little paper birds
Faded in the sunlight
Of the million ways
That I can’t find the words
It’s alright. It’s alright
The days all run together
In an angry pack
And now they’re catching up
I finally got your letter
And your punctuation
Hit me like a truck
She’ll be coming down the mountain
In a minute now
To take us underground
To infiltrate the borders
And pray to Jesus
When the devil’s not around
It’s alright. It’s alright
We’ve got all night