text: Wait until the day says its closing
  And public is put away
  Write by the light of a pay phone
  Your list of I meant to say
  Like Winter comes too soon
  Or Radiators hum out of tune
  Out under the Disraeli
  With rusty train track ties
  Well carve new streets and sidewalks
  A city for small lives
  And say that well stay for one more year
  Wait near the end of September
  Wait for some stars to show
  Try so hard not to remember
  What all empty playgrounds know
  That sympathy is cruel
  Reluctant jester or simpering fool
  But six feet off the highway
  Our bare legs stung with wheat
  Well dig a hole and bury
  All we could not defeat
  And say that well stay for one more year
  Bend to tie a shoelace
  Or bend against your fear
  And say that youll stay for one more year
  With so much left to seek
  The lease runs out next week