Song & Sequel

..and she take another step, slowly she opens the door, check that he is sleeping
picks up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor, been up have the night screaming
now it’s time to get away, pack up the kids in the car
another bruise to try and hide, another alibi to write

another ditch in the road, you keep moving
another stop sign, you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast, wondered how I ever made it through.

…and there are children to think of, babies asleep in the backseat.
wondered how they’ll ever make it through this living nightmare
that reminds us of amazing things filled with candied dreams and new toys
and another cheap hotel, two beds and a coffee machine
but there’s groceries to buy and she knows she’ll have to go home

another ditch in the road, you keep moving
another stop sign, you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast, wondered how I ever made it through.

another bruise to try and hide, another alibi to write
another lonely highway in the black of night
there’s hope in the darkness you know you’re gonna make it

another ditch in the road, you keep moving
another stop sign, you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast, wondered how I ever made it through

*sequel*

long ago when Mercury descended hi on the moon
far below where little hands are making shapes in the room
the shadows they dance and they cheer up this place

the face is staring through a tiny crack in the door
eyes so wide, he’s never seen a woman fall on the floor
I swear daddy’s killed her this time

Should I make a rocket?
Should I try and fly away?
Should I make a hammer?
Should I try to smash his face?
Should I make a bullet?
Should I try to shoot the gun?
I’m sure the judge will let me of real soon

long ago, when Saturn tried to find a way past the sun
deep inside, a little boy is turning pain into fun
the pencils, the crayons, the paint colors run

the plans are forming slowly made with scissors and glue
eyes so wide, he’s telling mommy all the things he can do
he’ll sketch a contraption to save them for sure

He can draw an alien
He can come and take them home
He can draw a cartoon
He can draw a safety hatch
He can draw a hot bath
He can plug a toaster in
And wait til daddy’s nice and warm; toss it in

And then when he’s gone, there’s a neverland of fun.