The Pickup

What did you said? I wasn't listening
How long have we been talking?
I didn't see the clock when I came in

The storm stayed out in the valley
Think of all the rain that we been missing
You might say anything to anyone, but you still jump back
At the black cat hissing

Why you gonna raise your hand to make the pickup
When you're going get sent down alone
I turned away to keep from asking cuz I know you want to find a home

Searching in the night
Couldn't read the signs at all
Houses and windows, pale grey circles under the eyes inside
No keys, no chains, waiting in the kitchen all night long
No need to hide, mores the fool to full to fall
Reverse the shade, fill your pockets up with hair and teeth and straw
Won't be moving on

If I ever heard any word
That didn't sound like the thrashing of the wing of a bird
Could you keep it quiet?
You have to do your best not to make yourself confess
When you feel like a naked fool over all the things you couldn't pull