Brushed Aside

Great God this is an awful place Though sometimes her smile Lights the emptiness He lost his way it happens in blizzards Or flames he said Christ how the ice can burn Great God this was an awful thing to waste Sometimes her smile lights the emptiness I rest my case won’t you do the same No, you wait here You wait for the sun to rise I’m tired of talking Tired of city limits And tired of walking Across the grass outside the house They’d sell their brothers For a place in commanding heights