Left And Leaving
The Weakerthans
4:46Garage sale, Saturday I need to pay My heart's outstanding bills A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch Some plastic daffodils The cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night restaurants A sense of wonder only slightly used A year or two to haunt you in the dark For a phone call from far away With a "Hi, how are you today?" And a sign, "Recovery comes to the broken ones" Wage slave forty-hour work week weighs A thousand kilograms So bend your knees, comes with a free fake smile For all your dumb demands The cordless razor that my father bought When I turned 17 The puke-green sofa, and the outline too A complicated dream of dignity For a laugh, too loud and too long Or a place where awkward belong And a sign, "Recovery comes to the broken ones" To the broken ones To the broken ones For the broken ones Or best offer