Sinking Slow

All the broken pieces

Lying in a pile

Waiting to be swept up

From the bathroom tileBroke my only mirror

Feeling not quite right

Empty little bedroom

And a long nightOh, I miss my honey so

Now I'm cold and lonely

Oh, and I hope she comes back home

To her boy whose heart is broke

I'm sinking slow

Born into a strange world

Waiting for a train

Sliding 'round Chicago

In a soft rainYear of No Returning

Hanging on the wall

Praying for salvation

And a phone call

Oh, I miss my honey so

And my childhood's ending

Oh, and she's got to come back home

To her boy descending slow

I'm sinking slow

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