An Empty Corner

Eight tiny lines of cocaine Left on a copy machine In an empty corner of a dream My sleep could not complete There are sirens in the birds And you and I are too far apart And my eyes need a shave What else can go wrong? Now that I'm not longed for Wild life seems wrong Won't care Won't stare You've got family out there The silver black boot That cracked my front tooth Is a new kind of truth I'm getting used to Come back lonely How sad, if only I don't believe you don't care You've got family out there Where the power lines are down Whipping sparks around Like angels touching down I see you there How sad, if only Don't believe you don't care You've got family out there You've got family out there