The Pickup

What’s that you said? I wasn’t listening
How long have we been talking?
I didn’t see the clock when I came in
The storm stayed out in the valley
Think of all the rain that we been missing
You might say anything to anyone, but you still jump back
At the black cat hissing
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
I turned away to keep from asking 'cause I know you want to find a home
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone, down alone?
Searching in the night
Couldn’t read the signs at all
Houses and windows, pale grey circles under the eyes inside
No keys, no chains, waiting in the kitchen all night long
No need to hide, mores the fool too full to fall
Reverse the shade, fill your pockets up with hair and teeth and straw
Won’t be moving on
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone, down alone?
If I ever heard any word
That didn’t sound like the thrashing of the wing of a bird
Could you keep it quiet?
You have to do your best
Not to make yourself confess
When you feel like a naked fool over all the things
You couldn’t pull
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
I turned away to keep from asking 'cause I know you want to find a home
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?
Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you’re gonna get sent down alone?