can it be that there's a fear that feels like
dullness
can it be that there's a death that feels like dryness
or does love have an end that ends in yawning
and what would i give to be pawning
all this ragged life, all this wasted life
these half people, and this wasted life
can it be that going to the tomb is drowning?
and it can it be that the trumpet now that's
sounding is the final revelation that my
faith in destination and beginnings
and in endings was just lying
lying here in the morning is just moaning
all my strength is gone i will be loaning
my ability to pay my bills and pay my
life, being a widow to the world when
i used to be a wife