Bright Eyes - A Song to Pass the Time lyrics

There's a middle-aged woman
She is dragging her feet
She carries baskets of clothes
To a laundromat
While the Mexican children kick
Rocks into the street and they laugh in a
Language I don't understand but I love them
Why do I love them?

So the neighborhood's dimming
I smoke on the porch
Watch the people as they pass
Enclosed inside their cars
On their face it's just
Anger or disappointment
I start wishing there was something
I could offer them a consolation
What could I offer them?

And they are sad in their suburbs
Robots water the lawn
And everything they touch
Gets dusted spotless
So they started to believe they've
Not touched anything at all
And the cars in the driveway only multiply
Well they are lost in their houses
I've heard them sing in the shower
Making speeches to their sister
On the telephone
Saying, "You come home, woman, you come here
Don't stay so far away from me"
This weather has me wanting
Love more tangible
Something I can hold, cause it's getting cold

Well I say hold up a fist
To the flame in the sky
To block out the light that's
Reaching for our eyes
Cause it would blind us
Yeah, it will blind us

Well I've locked my actions in
The grooves of routine
So I may never be free of this apathy
But I wait for a letter that's coming to me
She sends me pictures of the
Ocean in an envelope so there still is hope
Yes, I can be healed
There's someone looking for
What I've concealed
In my secret drawer, in my pockets deep
You will find the reasons that I can't sleep
And you'll still want me
Will you still want me?
Will you still want me?

Well I said come for the week
You can sleep in my bed
And pass through my life like
A dream through my head
It will, it will be easy i'll make it easy

All I have for the moment is
A song to pass the time
And a melody to keep me from worrying
It's some simple progression to
Keep my fingers busy
And words that are sure to come back to me
And they'll be laughing
Yeah, they'll be laughing (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
My mediocrity my mediocrity
(They'll be laughing)