Tend to the head, weeds in the pavement They think you're dead, but you're not alive yet Restless like a child tied down to the backseat Swimming laps of train track in your sleep The moon so white it cleans the sky The crooked hands collide Eight in the bed, rise in the a.m. They think you're spent, but you haven't tried yet Hospice for a while, curled up on the loveseat Sitting laps a cat, round its feet The moon so white it cleans the sky The crooked hands collide Your head so light it clears your mind The stained gla** stars align Waiting like a tree Shivers like a thin coat All the sunlight in your leaves Waiting like a tree