There tearing up streets again,
there building a new hotel.
The mayor is out killing kids,
to keep taxes down.

And me and my anger sits,
folding a paper bird,
letting the curtains turn
to beating wings.

Wish I had a socket set,
to dismantle this morning,
just one pair of clean socks,
and a photo of you.

When you get off work tonight,
meet me at the construction site,
and we'll right some notes to tape,
to the heavy machines.

Like "We hope they treat you well."
"Hope you don't work too hard."
"We hope you get to be
happy sometimes."

And bring you swiss army knife,
and a bottle of something,
and I'll bring some spray paint,
and a new deck of cards

Hey, I found the safest place,
to keep all our tenderness,
keep all those bad ideas,
keep all our hope.
It's hear in the smallest bones,
the feet and the inner ear.
It's such an enormous thing,
to walk and to listen.

And I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing,
in a room near a truck stop,
on a highway somewhere.

You are a radio,
you are an open door.
I am a faulty string,
of blue Christmas lights.

You swim through frequencies,
you let that stranger in,
as I'm blinking off and on
and off again.

And we've got a lot of time,
or maybe we don't,
but I'd like to think so,
so let me pretend,

Well, these are my favorite chords,
I know you like them too.
when I get a new guitar,
you could have this one.

And sing me a lullaby,
sing me the alphabet,
sing me a story I
haven't heard yet.