Word Sandwich
Put those words into a sandwich because you’ll eat them later onYou know your sidewalk is a porch and I am not your son
Your car, she is a couch, we’ve said this all along
Your radio is your conscience, you must already know that by now
If I sit down by the sidewalk and scrape up all your dreams
Don’t wave until the ending or so it will seem
Cause I’m leaving on that first flight that carries my home team
They’ll be tasting all that foolishness and carrying all that pride
They’ll make their first discovery that will slowly reek of pain
Tasting all the never said words, they’ll drive you insane
Carry up emotion and wrap up your surprise
You can’t contain the motor that runs deep down inside
Oil every spigot, carry every plow
Because the more you see the spectacle the larger it is now
I don’t care about the runoff, Ill slip into my spill
The surface is too springy, reminds me of a hill
Perhaps with winter over, the earth will just let go
You cannot tell the difference between frozen water and the snow
You’d think with all their muscle, they could have hoped for so much more
Who knew the rifle’d be loaded as it aimed in to the store
No human hand will carry the tune you cannot hide
It will bleat across the horizon and clear up to the sky
A note for all tomorrow, ringing up from yesterday
A cry that settles nothing that no man could ever pay
Take away the money from deep inside his thought
Its worthless, brainless chatter, that worried me a lot
I don’t mind telling you just about almost everything
As long as you can promise that you’ll forget it right away
This way it and all’s forgiven, don’t matter if you pay
Sneak into the next phase of simple decay
The phase you thought was over, has come back here to stay
If you thought a quick and solemn visit was all you had to do
Guess again my long lost friend, it’s always been up to you
Don’t’ wreck the train of thought that plows through that debris
It’ll carry clear emotion, it’s simple to see
Whereas, wherefore, what will ever, will never ever be
Now you’re simply bothered, you’ve tried it and you’re caught
Just imagine the surprise if air had been forgot
Guessing games are pretty wild and full of live choice
The answer always eludes us if we cannot take the noise
Battered breaded bangles hang limply from her wrist
Its colored paper balled up inside the clinching fist
First the parade’s a dismal failure and the ocean’s a dried up lot
Now we’ve got this sunshine thing, no wonder we all fought
Who’s care if mountains swallowed your last rounded table or even handed chair
The furniture doesn’t matter, it’s the color that went square
--Todd Clark
