the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.

I'm not wounded
Just dying

When were little we draw and color
Trees of brown and bright green with a green lawn and a big bright sun.  Sometimes one puffy little blue cloud.  
There is a family if three sticks if your an only child or however many are in the family.  A cat or dog sometimes.
Beautiful, the perfect picture in a child's mind.
But nothings perfect.
Most trees are not chocolate brown with florescent leaves
They're grey with dark leaves that block the sun
Lawns are yellowed and brown
That one puffy cloud, is really a blanket of grey and black that covers the bright sky.  
The sun that was drawn on that perfectly white piece of paper.  The clouds block that out.  
Perfect family.
There are always secrets
Nothing is perfect
Nothing and No One

If it were up my pride I'd be gone
If it was up to my mind I'd be moving on
If it was up to my shoest I'd feel that rubber on the street.
ain't it just my luck when every part of me gets unstuck
You know it'd be done if it were up to me but my hearts got a memory.
Sometimes it feels like my hearts got a mind of its own
and it's decided it don't wanna leave you alone.
but if I had my way I'd be gone, maybe someday I kick this thing.
but I don't really know when that'll be
because my hearts got a memory.

                 -Eric Church