They called out “One last swallow. Time to move along.” Behind a smile so fake and shallow, painted on and worn for show.

“So find someone to follow or someone to take you home.” They hauled out as the hollered with no place left to go.

There’s a Denny’s off Aurora - Avenue that’s always slow with a waitress that pours coffee and once dialed him on the phone To say that he reminds her of a husband that often roamed With a voice so tired and hollow with no place left to go

It’s sad, I know everytime the whistles blows That the’ve gone mad. Yeah? So?

Devil’s Beach has lots of parking and houses in a row A crane swung o’er the ocean beside a factory that was closed A gull cried in the distance at a boat that wouldn’t row From a throat that squawked and wallowed with no place left to go

Ah, its odd, I know when siren wails and moans That I’ve gone mad. Yeah? So?

So if you’re head grows weary and your heart stops beating on its own Unafraid that you are dying but scared as hell to go alone This last line cannot be written or forced, as you well know For this song is worn and fallow With has no place left to go