The Dirt Whispered

She got down on hands and knees,

One ear against the ground,

Holding her breath to hear something,

But the dirt made not a sound tonight

 

Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores,

Where we danced just to please the gods that only ask for more,

So it goes

 

But still we give ourselves to this

We can't spend our lives waiting to live

 

On cold nights

In a prayer for dawn

But the daylight

Isn't what she wants

 

The concrete

Calls my name again

I'm falling

Through the cracks I slip

 

The postcard says wish you were here

But I'd rather I was there,

Holding on to the simple things before they disappear,

That's what I meant

 

But that was then, and this is now

I'll make it up to you somehow

 

On cold nights

In a prayer for dawn

But the daylight

Isn't what she wants

 

The concrete

Calls my name again

I'm falling

Through the cracks I slip

 

A destination, a fading smile.

Another station, another mile.

Another day gone, I swore that I will.

Be there before dawn.

So be there, I will.

 

She got down on hands and knees,

One ear against the ground,

Holding her breath to hear something,

Anything at all

 

The dirt whispered,

 

On cold nights

In a prayer for dawn

But the daylight

Isn't what she wants

 

The concrete

Calls my name again

I'm falling

Through the cracks I slip