Trifles

Waiting on small things

Waiting for a cause to come

Sunday is a treasure

But somethings got to go

Someone was lazy

Someone was around for too long

Kindness is a bright girl

Got it all in control

Singing on her grave

Sung over better times

Someone was ratting

Got concrete shoes in the bay

You’d never tell

You never tell

You’ve got iron ears

Sleeping like a carcass

Waiting on bus stops

Down was the new right

The biggest ship ever caught

I lay in your bed

These times you’re not here

I was the crowd

You wore the crown here

You’d never tell

You never tell

There in a light house

See myself far away

Seeing us from a distance

You’re holding me firm from behind

The tide is rising

Loudly soaring

Nothing is static

Nothing is steady now

All things change

But some people stay the same Slipping out a back door

Something had to go