Wearing out the words
October 13, 1987
EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT Was a loud plaid coat With a brass band in every pocket, WE JUST DON'T HAVE THE MONEY Was its drab muffler.
Your soft pillow, I LIKE OUR LIFE TOGETHER,
Frayed and bled into a handful of WE'LL SURVIVE.
My blue umbrella, DON'T WORRY, Now has more holes than a sieve.
But SHOW ME YOUR EYES Surprises like an antique-stained Glass jack-in-the-box.
HELLO, HELLO still rings Like a four-alarm fire,
And SOMEDAY hasn't lost Its promise:
Even I LOVE YOU can still walk On the water of our tears.