My mouth is dry My feet move quick It's one forty-five And Alice is trying to shatter the glass I walk past the trashcans I walk past the brooms And I see the face of a young boy Who just wants to go home And the tension grows free Like rain flooding a lake And it spreads like a wild rose That is blooming mistakes It's easy to love when you're loved but I just wonder what she feels Stranded out in the dark Soon to be mom, no training wheels It's an action of grief Like a wandering hound We all linger a while In the burial ground It's all trust and deceit It's a rumbling crowd We all linger a while In the burial ground It's an action of grief Like a wandering hound We all linger a while In the burial ground