Union Maid:
391. 2005-07-29
394. 2005-08-07

Transcribed by:
Christy Raymond & Jayden

Everyone is here standing around my bed, my bed
Waiting for my eyes to roll back inside my head, my head
There's a clear plastic cup half filled all up with juice, orange juice
The tubes are tangled inside the television hung by the ceiling in a noose
The tiles shake and no mistake, there's no one standing on them
My thoughts hung like new towels and I herd them up like sheep

Sight and sound waiting for me
My home town it waits for me
Dreams of babes the arms and legs
The face is gone fades away

Feel the hand of my Mother and then it’s gone, it’s gone
Feel the hand of my Father and then it’s gone, it’s gone

The talks always there whispering right through my fingers
The autumn of my youth is always there it lingers, it lingers
This is not peace, nor is it love, it’s my overcompensating senses
It’s touching in a sentence, well I hope, they wonder what I’m thinking of

Sight and sound waiting for me
My home town wears away
Dreams of babes and arms and legs
Facing out away, away
Away, away

Sight and sound waiting for me
My home town wears away
Dreams of babes and arms and legs
My home town wears away
Wears away