The Sing

Drinking While sleeping strangers unknowingly keep me company In the hotel bar Looking out a window that isn't there Looking at the carpet and the chairs Well, the only words I've said today are "beer" and "thank you" Beer Thank you Beer Thank you Beer Giving praise in a quiet way Like a church Like a church Like a church That's far away I've got limitations Like Marvin Gaye Mortal joy is that way Outside a train sings its whale song To a long, long train Long, long gone Then silence comes back alone High as scaffolding Until the wind finds something to ping Or the pinging thing finds the wind We're all looking for a body Or a means to make one sing