The Dirt Whispered

She got down on hands and knees
One ear against the ground
Holding
Her breath to hear something
But the dirt made not a sound tonight

Echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores
Where we
Danced just to please the Gods that only ask for more
So it goes

But still we give
Ourselves to this
We can't spend our lives waiting to live

On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But the daylight
Isn’t what she wants
The concrete
Calls my name again
I'm falling
Through the cracks I slip

The postcard says "Wish you were here."
But I’d rather I was there
Holding
On to the simple things before they disappear
That’s what I meant

But that was then
And this is now
I'll make it up to you somehow

On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But the daylight
Isn’t what she wants
The concrete
Calls my name again
I'm falling
Through the cracks I slip

She got down on hands and knees
One ear against the ground
Holding
Her breath to hear something
Anything at all

The dirt whispered "Child, I'm coming home."

On cold nights
In a prayer for dawn
But the daylight
Isn’t what she wants
The concrete
Calls my name again
I'm falling
Through the cracks I slip