Listening - Josh Joplin Group

And she lies, quietly, amid her empty room

And probes her open heart, to verify the wound

She receives the phone call

She rewinds the message tape

She walks to the window

Let your sweat pour down the fire escape

I am listening to you

I am listening to you

You don’t say a word

You don’t have to

Frozen in the hour, the thought of going on

Feels real and unreal, until the feelings gone

Like a boy who begs for bread

A snapshot is all there is

To remind us of our place

And return us to the hungry masses

I am listening to you

I am listening to you

You don’t say a word

You don’t have to

And she lies motionless

Beneath the ceiling fan

The blades become invisible

And she becomes entranced

No one knows the future

No one cares about the past

When a star is dying

We all cling to what cannot last

I am listening to you

I am listening to you

I am listening to you

I am listening to you