we can sit and wait until everything is numb and still be waiting
our need for the new lets us toss aside the old without second thought
a couch and a chair worn, stained, no longer wanted leave it, drive away
a living room set abandoned on the sidewalk likely on purpose
sometimes the distance is the most important thing between two people
there are some places that need extra protection or so it would seem
the one, different might know something others don’t or they are just wrong
the rose in the trash tells us all we need to know about one romance
through the black of night dreams wander, leaving footprints i cannot follow
it doesn’t matter what we think we saw, only what was really there
uptown jack 