In and Out of Hand

I'm walking alone and my phone is at home, and I'm tired

That supermarket sign, seen so many times in lights

I'm wandering aisles and shelves in piles, and I'm wired

Like heaven in hell or I'm doing well in hell

Towers hit the sun

Like the sky is gone

But it's not 'cause the leaves

Are sweet and young

Mothering

Keeping well

Shattering

Shattering

And then the clouds will come

And then the clouds will pass

And if the clouds could say

Well, then the clouds would tell

Mothering

Keeping well

Shattering

Shattering