Letter of Resignation

Takes a dried up ballpoint
Lemon juice and water
Keeps a diary invisibly

In the kitchen corner
Of a basement bachelor's 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 are knifed and pushed aside
To whom it may concern (to whom it may concern)

There's a bus thats leaving half an hour from now (this is to inform)
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

All just words to kill off
One more unheard statement
Of another dying afternoon she said 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 thats leaving half an hour from now (this is to inform)
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)
Living empty stations living empty lives

"It's like being sick all the time, I think
Coming home from work (to whom it may concern)
Sick in that low-grade continuous way
That makes you forget what it's like to be well
We have never in our lives
Known what it is to be well (this is to inform)
What if I were coming home, I think
From doing work that I loved and that was for us all
What if I looked at the houses
And the air and the streets (yours sincerely yours)
Knowing they were in accord
Not set against us (yours sincerely yours)
What if we knew the powers of this country
Moved to provide for us and for all people
How would that be
How would we feel and think and what would we create?"