Heard it call walking wounded
Though if words did just what they should
Nomenclature's a treasure that gets looted
Baby ain't we all just damaged goods
Souls as big as western sky
Like a field that is straining but lying fallow
All the fruit's dead before it arrives
Growing up into your own shadow
If I could just hear you whisper my name
Disturb the universe's dead air
Whispered like you really mean it
Before I vanish in the air
Waiting something like catharsis
You've already failed the whole damn thing
Here's your ghost and there's your pauper
Each exchanging wedding rings
Conjure up the memory of some laughter
Seems like it all once came down for free
Where'd the hourgla** finally run out
The one that lies beneath your feet