Sure is quiet, sky's too blue. You ain't hiding but I can't find you. Sheets on the line so, nothing's changed. Guess it's nothing left to say. Read you like an open book.
Broadway Mary is conversing with her sleeve. She talks with cats they speak to her in Portuguese. Her eyes are clear and grey focused somewhere far away.
Come on in now, come in out of the crowd. Too many faces, too many loud sounds. Stay awhile, won't you stay here in front of me. Take your chances on what could be.