Polaroid

Everyone inside was half ruined and almost gone
Outside in the frozen parking lot
He held her in his arms
As he led her inside her glasses fogged from the cold and
They both stood there dressed in their best clothes
«Has anyone here seen my dad» the girl called
«Cause he hasn’t been to work and I don’t know
Where he lives anymore»
Not everyone lives their life alone
Not everyone gives up
Or is beaten or robbed or always stoned
Not everyone
The bartender bought them rounds
And made a toast and
With a Polaroid he took their picture and hung it
Up on the bar mirror all alone
And for a little while it was like
The whole world was alright like
No one was beaten or forsaken or had given up
When they’d just seen light