when its straight up the dial
everything is fluttered with a glow
he crosses his thumbs and flaps the rest
but nothing is casted anywhere
not looking for sympathy
just need some tenderness
when the weather gets overgrown
and everyone's left town
there's no one else around
little prisms come fallin' down
gathering in the gutters and the grooves
his splashes driftin' by
sees his face in the pavement sky
no sign of him in there
not looking for tenderness
just need some sympathy
when the weather gets overgrown
and everyone's left town
there's no one else around
he turns up corners
that you can pawn
but stare awhile
you'll see
his soul has gone

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