It's been 20,000 days since the best ones
Hotels, plastic sheets, tasteless food, dialysis machines
The telephone hasn't rung since April
Staring windows, ballroom jokes, respirators, kidney stones
Neon skies open up three Saturdays a month
The air in Uptown swells, your window panes can go to hell
Slow summer, walking through a bad neighborhood
Toothless smiles renew ventricles
The radio is live, listeners
Listeners have found their reason
The phone hasn't rung since April
The music turns alone
Phone hasn't rung since April
The music turns alone
Alone, alone, alone
Into home
