The radio's droning, dulled out by the intercom on fire Guidin' the evening's choreography And Katie has her hand in a young man's chest Stain on her white shoes that won't wash out So usual, not the last pair this year And down the hallway, cries rise and fall In-between the nearly constant sirens Someone turns on the news like we need it It's just another white man with a grudge The break room sits empty Just like our hearts are draining in the waiting room Think of your daughter at her wеdding You know life isn't long enough Your shirt's specklеd red, you're holding onto a Young girl's hand, so frail and cold So casual, not even the last one today And I wish for the fingers to count, or the The memory to remember each new city But I lost track so long ago I think it was around two-sixty They're prayin' for you For you They're prayin' for you Isn't that good enough?