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.

A destination, a fading smile
Another station, another mile
Another day gone, I swore that I will
Be there before dawn
So be there, I will.

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.