We have pictures of faces
And places that we've never been
Psychics and sidekicks
with mouthfuls of gin
We have latches and levers
and locks on our doors
We'd leave through the window
and swim for the shore

Sand in shoes
Story books
Pale skies with wire hangers hangin on wires
all night long
all night long

We have calendar pages
and cycles of the moon
Tell him you loved him
and he got took too soon
We have life-sick and love-sick
and lumps in our throats
Lit windows late at night
and hearts pounding low

It'll come
in plastic packages
metal handles reflecting red hands
underneath
underneath