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.