why do we need such awful noise
of a night please tell me boys
sometimes I think I might just
fill the void forever.
Why does such a racket calm us down,
why don’t such pictures make us weep,
why do I need the tv on to get to sleep?
Somewhere my brothers wonder where…
somewhere my sisters wonder where
I am and there’s a fire there
amidst their singing.
For everything this town has to boast.
No finer town coast to coast.
Still, I’m a stranger to most
of my upbringing.
There’s a call for me on the styrofoam.
There’s a holy horse down by the drive.
I am still that stained glass child
who was taken by his family
by the hand to He
who talks of a kingdom come
to be.
And if you see those angels now
you must be crazy, if you hear
those angels sing,
tell them I am here
in the Meantime
waiting.