Waking up in slow degrees
Balloons and banners tangled in the trees
Furniture strewn on the lawn
Champagne night gives way to sour dawn
A party to which we’re unfashionably late
We fold the tents slicked with dew
A house with two-hundred windows
We stack chairs and load the van
And I wonder how long before these dead streets dream again
All around these kicks embraced like love
And I’m waiting to climb the stairs and turn keys in the door
And to see her at the end of this day
Maybe tomorrow will dull the sting
And I’ll be newly dedicated to the recovery of lost things
A few more years fall through a crack
Feels like it’s gonna take forever to work it back
Not so young to think that we know what will or will not come
From all of this
I walk down to the flats
Invisible, I cut through yards
Leaves collect in the puddles
Of aboveground pools
And I wonder how long before these dead streets dream again
All around these kicks embraced like love
And I’m waiting to climb the stairs and turn keys in the door
And to see her at the end of this day
Maybe tomorrow will dull the sting
And I’ll be newly dedicated to the recovery of lost things
And I wonder how long before these dead streets dream again
Disappointed now the votes are in
And I’m waiting to climb the stairs and turn keys in the door
And to see her and to see that she’s o.k.

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