Singing on the couch quietly

I never knew I’d disappear from my family

I cannot untie the knot

They got rid of my favorite ride at the park

This old world is gonna change

I sing in the Tucson living room dreaming my diasporic dreams

Neither here nor there I cry

Tearless, I think thoughtless

If I had a son in Tucson, he’d hate me

Forevermore

Tearless, thoughtless, a despairing child

 

I couldn’t place him anywhere

Except for the cool bench on the subway

Where he sleeps now

I let my resilience get to my head somehow

He lost it anyhow

Why do I have to deal with this right now

I search from the river to the sea

Can only find it in my diasporic dreams

In the Tucson living room

Linda sings

she had it better than me

She thought it through unlike me

I didn’t think it through I can’t believe I did that to you

Where’s the golden wooden furniture?

 In my Tucson living room is a tearless, thoughtless picture

A tearless thoughtless picture

The color of pomegranates is in the fire

Where there were no bad movies on the TV

Only vhs tapes I could watch continuously

I remember them all but this old world keeps

Changing the course of its stream

It all leads back to the living room in Tucson

While this old world’s changing

Tearless thoughtless