Small Talk Relations - Tift Merritt

Skipped a stone and watched it go

The arc and then the undertow

Thinking a day is something like a prayer

So much to ask, you started soft

Then the wait of locks come off

In the end you just hope someone’s there

'Cause all these small talk relations

No, they ain’t nothing for me

No, nobody here knows the way that I feel

There’s no one to answer to

Just the dark and me and you

All the angels standing round just wishing

For the drag there of your smoke

Taste of skin, scent of hope

Raise their skirts up when no words are rising

Small talk relations

I can’t hear one thing from you

Don’t nobody here at all

Know the way that I feel

Workmen in the street below

Softly play a radio

Hear my static through the traffic

Crowd just turns to leave

Secret current underneath

Cannot be heard above the racket

Small talk relations

I can’t hear one thing from you

Don’t nobody here at all

Know the way that I feel