I don't want a radio
I'd catch the news and want to know
Why a dancer lost her leg
A mother shot her boss they say
Old Faithful's on a break
An earthquake shook her fault today
I look away from all the photographs
You walk in I turn away
Embarrassed by my tears
My mornings just begin this way these days
Wish another week away
Rehearse intruder drills
The neighbor watch informs me
Collectively we're threatened by the doctor on the corner has been compromised
The rumor mill
I can't forget his children
Empathy is hopeless but I read on through the stories
Bring on another day
Close your mind and wish another week away
There's only so much I can face day to day
Another week to wish away
The bliss of innocence
Coppertone and pull-tab cans
Grown over oleanders hide the folk art
Secret treasures obscured from jaded eyes
Starving for the culture left behind for anonymity
A model for a future fading into apathy
Bring on another day
Close your mind and wish another week away
There's only so much I can face day to day
Another week to wish away
And yet another's cast a Blackheart
Forgive me I must now go about my day
It's clear that my unrest appears to you as emptiness
Look at me I'll try to look your way
Stay with me today
Close your mind and let another drift away
There's only so much I can face day to day
Another week to wish away