The Sing

Drinking
While sleeping strangers unknowingly keep me company
In the hotel bar

Looking out a window that isn't there

Looking at the carpet and the chairs

Well, the only words I've said today are "beer" and "thank you"
Beer
Thank you
Beer
Thank you
Beer

Giving praise in a quiet way
Like a church
Like a church
Like a church
That's far away

I've got limitations
Like Marvin Gaye
Mortal joy is that way

Outside a train sings its whale song
To a long, long train
Long, long gone
Then silence comes back alone
High as scaffolding

Until the wind finds something to ping
Or the pinging thing finds the wind
We're all looking for a body
Or a means to make one sing