Dolores

The radio's droning, dulled out by the Intercom on fire Guiding the evening's choreography And Katie has her hand in a young man's chest Stain on her white shoes that won't wash out So usual, not the last pair this year And down the hallway, cries rise and fall In between the nearly constant sirens Someone turns on the news, like we need it It's just another white man with a grudge The break room sits empty Just like our heart's been draining in the waiting room Think of your daughter at her wedding And you know life isn't long enough Your shirt speckled red You're holding onto a young girl's hand So frail and cold So casual, not even the last one today And I wish for the fingers to count Or the memory to remember each new city But I lost track so long ago I think it was around 260 But they're praying for you You For you They're praying for you They're praying for you For you For you They're praying for you They're praying for you They're praying for you I said, they're praying for you Isn't that good enough?