uncomfortable in prototypes
So the rain came on a Tuesday morning
after eight weeks with no clouds in the sky
So it hit the ground like marbles without warning,
and soaked through all the sheets hung out to dry.
And the people in the town, they perked their ears up
To listen to the talk about grasses greener, but
Wednesday morning, everything was the same.
The river still was a dried up place
Where the local stray dogs could find some shade
And the optimist’s sunflowers were still dead.
Still everybody thinks that everything’s gonna change.
And everybody’s neighbour is a family
Who don’t talk to each other anymore.
And the son sells Adderall in fancy packaging
To the boys the daughter thinks that she adores.
So she stands at the bathroom mirror staring
Just thinking too hard about what she’s wearing
And daddy went out for smokes – he’s taking his time
Just sitting in the car with the air conditioning
Waiting for one last song to finish
And mama’s out on the back porch drinking wine.
Still everybody thinks that everything’s gonna be fine.
And the whole town goes out to church on Sundays
The reverend knows everybody’s name
And the local debutante is his fiancé
Her earrings are worth more to him than faith
And everybody nods along as he rambles
But on Thursday nights he goes out to gamble
And the congregation all pretend they mind.
Still when they hear the cries, they all sit idle
When they leave the town, you know they leave their bibles
Just crossing off commandments at a time.
Still everybody thinks that everything’s gonna be fine.
Everything’s gonna be fine.