Takes a dried up ball-point,
lemon juice and water,
keeps a diary invisibly
In the kitchen corner
of a basement bachelor suite
there‘s a certain search for certainty,
you know we‘ll never see
Her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took.
It‘s one more omission from a high school history book;
How whole lives get knifed and pushed aside.
To whom it may concern...
(To whom it may concern...)
There‘s a bus that‘s leaving half an hour from now.
(This is too hard)
It won‘t take her where she really wants to go.
(Yours, sincerely yours)
So she sits there with her luggage at her side.
(Yours, sincerely yours)
In the empty stations of our empty lives
Take a broken bottle.
Take a rafter beam or
Take a needle and a tarnished spoon.
Or just words to kill off
one more unheard statement
of another dying afternoon.
She says she‘s leaving soon.
So, so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies.
Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities.
All rolled up and unfurled like a flag.
Wake up and pack your bag.
To whom it may concern...
(To whom it may concern...)
There‘s a bus that‘s leaving half an hour from now.
(This is too hard)
It won‘t take her where she really wants to go.
(Yours, sincerely yours)
So she sits there with her luggage at her side.
(Yours, sincerely yours)
Leaving empty stations, leaving empty lives.
To whom it may concern...
This is too hard
Yours, sincerely yours
Yours, sincerely yours.