Yards - Suzie Unger

I'm sick and tired of being tangled up in your cardboard box

like some old yo-yo

yo, sweetheart

Where will you find me in five years

riding the same train wearing the same dumb boots

sweetheart, sweetheart

well, I drove past the graveyard, the shipyard, the stockyard

and the sun split my fave through the window

of the F-train like some crazy ride on Dumbo's backyards

and junkyards and prison yards and life yards

how can we be homeless,

sweetheart?

Season of joy and seasons of suicide
I could change the world if I just changed my mind
sweetheart, sweetheart
yeah, I've got a token in my pocket
I could ride or I could give it away
sweetheart, sweetheart
well there's a man who eats chestnuts
from this tree in our courtyard
and once I saw this yard in the dessert
with just a tree and a rooster
the first thaw in March down the Bowery
all the hydrants are strewn with overcoats
like rats which, in an instant seem uglier
than the vast ocean in life's yard
How can we be homeless,
Sweetheart?
O my homeless sweetheart
my homeless sweetheart

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