maybe when the world gets weak sagging

at the edge of town or leaning from a lack of sleep or maybe when the

talk gets cheap beneath



it you will hear a sound something that you just might keep maybe before

you go to sleep you can wind back the hours we were lying in your mama's

yard neither of us



made a sound if you see me and I'm on my knees could you meet me when

the world gets meet me when the world gets could you meet me when the

world gets weak?



when the local weather girl just weeps and the cameras turn off for

hours and no one dared forecast showers or when the floorboards start to

speak about the people who



moved to town and you move your ear toward the ground or maybe before

you go to sleep you can wind back the hours we were lying in your mama's

yard neither of us heard a sound



if you see me and I'm on my knees could you meet me when the world gets

weak? because nobody should hold the breath that you blow it rises off

the streets and up above



could you meet me when the world gets weak-sagging at the edge of town

or leaning from a lack of zzz.