Brahms All Night

Raymond took an ax to the coffin
Splintering wood on the deceased

Drank a 2 litter bottle of Sprite
Pissed himself and fell asleep

Raymond never got used to the night shift
It wasn't fit for his body or mind

He liked the sunrise in the morning
Not dead tired after work

There was never a good solution. Jobs being hard to Find

The solitude carried him through
The peace of the dead and the manicured lawns

4 blocks away
Were Raymond's only signs of the living
Behind the walls of the Hillside Mortuary

One night on the way to work
Raymond stopped at the donut hole

A woman sat down next to him
Stirred her coffee with a straw
Their eyes met
She smiled, then she looked back into her coffee
Raymond thought about her all that night
Dreamed of her while he slept through the day
Woke up in a good mood
Exercised, shaved and smelled his boxers
Grabbed a new pair, fussed with hair

Raymond went back to the donut hole
To see if she was there
A long shot but all he's got
This routine went on for a week

Raymond knew she was a sign from God. A reason to believe
A ray of light, from a casual smile
He just knew she'd be back to see him

But she never did come back for donuts
Still his mood stayed elevated, he wiped the walls
He swept the floors, he vacuumed

One night as he checked the bodies, new arrivals of the dayH
He saw her staring back at him, this time she couldn't look away

So he left her to do whatever the deceased do in their spare time
He checked the records, her name was Grace. Born in 1969
2 years younger than Raymond, a mouth like a freshwater bass
Raymond lay down beside her, went to sleep with his hand on her ass

Raymond took an ax to the coffin
Splintering wood on the deceased
Drank a 2 litter bottle of Sprite
Pissed himself and fell asleep