A room of many chairs. A waiting room perhaps? And yet not a single waiter. I wondered if it was wrong to feel sorry for the chairs, I felt bad enough to sit around in the room for some time, hoping maybe someone might show up and call my name. I kept looking toward the clock but long ago some vandal had broken it.
I used to break my alarm clocks But my hammer now sleeps in the closet. used to break em, back in the day. Well she don't like alarm clocks, no she don't like alarm clocks cause she's dreamin' all through the day.