Verna Bloom

Press your face up to the screen And you can feel the static You can hear the emptiness of space Sings out so tender so erratic You said in a tough voice you learned from a late night movie Take my hand little brother or better come with me As the hatchback came around and circled the cul-de-sac I could tell I was going home and you were never coming back Press your face up to the screen And you can feel the static You can hear the emptiness of space Sings out so tender so erratic Strange shapes by the road draped in cellophane Drag me back to your old checked dress billowing in the rain Service station coffee, well it reeks like sour milk When you're spinning to the ground it's a little late to ask for help Press your face up to the screen And you can feel the static You can hear the emptiness of space Sings out so tender so erratic Ten weeks is a long time to be away from home If you look real close you can see that something's going wrong The sand beneath my feet felt just like the sand On the beach where I had held your ashes in my hand Press your face up to the screen And you can feel the static You can hear the emptiness of space Sings out so tender so erratic