ain’t no sunshine through the window
ain’t no grass beneath the trees
they got no leaves on their branches
sitting by the window taking chances.
my breath upon the glass
your image makes it past, by automobile
snow tires on for wheels.
no footprints through the winter
no hand knockin’ at my door
I’ve called your voicemail before,
wasted my time to hear your sound
scatters the silence
a tactical violence.
you always find the right place to hit me
and I always fall apart.
All the men and the horses
couldn’t gather your remorses,
I’m just a man in a cave
can’t roll my stone away
can’t roll my stone away
