Bright Eyes - Song to Pa** the Time lyrics

There is a middle-aged woman, she's dragging her feet She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street And they laugh in a language I don't understand But I love them, why do I love them? So the neighborhood's dimming as I smoke on the porch Watch the people as they pa** enclosed inside their cars And on their faces just anger or disappointment I start wishing there was something I could offer them Consolation, could I offer them? Never sad in their suburbs robots, water the lawn And everything they touch gets dusted spotless So they start to believe that they've not touched anything at all And the cars in the driveway only multiply Well they are lost in their houses And heard them sing in the shower Making speeches to their sister on the telephone Saying, "You come home, come here Don't stay so far away from me This weather has me wanting love more tangible Something I can hold because it's getting cold" I said, "Hold up our fists to the flame in the sky To block out the light that's reaching for our eyes Because, because it would blind us, it will blind us" I have locked my actions in the grooves of routine So I may never be free of this apathy But I wait for a letter that's coming to me She sends me pictures of the ocean in an envelope So there still is hope, yes I can be healed There is someone looking for what I concealed In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep You will find the reasons that I can't sleep And you will still want me But you still want me Will you still want me? Well, I say, "Come for the week, you can sleep in my bed" And pa** through my life like a dream through my head It will, it will be easy, I'll make it easy All I have for the moment is a song to pa** the time A melody to keep me from worrying Some simple progression to keep my fingers busy And words that are sure to come back to me and they'll be laughing And they'll be laughing My mediocrity My mediocrity They'll be laughing They'll be laughing They'll be laughing