Creeping out the back door
Of the five story glass prison
–lunch in a paper bag–
Walks across the concrete
To take refuge from his
Meager cubicle
Inside his Subaru
As he locks himself in
He turns to see a pensive lady
Hiding in her Camaro
Staring disaffectedly
Lips curled and forlorn
–Soft, moist lips–
And he knows how she feels
Could tell her how she feels
But he’s twenty feet
And three
Wheeled iron cages away
How did we come to this?
So near yet so alone
We can almost reach out
And touch each other
But we’re a universe away
All that we have built
Demolishes connection
Even as we stand close
It’s not that easy to feel our souls
Through all this
Metal and Machinery…
He longs to brave the distance
Knock on her window
Admit he is afraid
Admit he is alone
It’s not too far…
He does not have long
It’s not too far…
Before he has to leave
It’s not too far…
His cold comfort
And return to his isolated cube
It’s not too far…
He can almost touch her
He can almost touch her…
But she’s twenty feet
And three
Wheeled iron cages away…
It’s not too far…
Additional Musicians:
Tim Dorney: synthesizer and rhythm processing
Kelly Wood: voices