I said sometimes it’s better just not to ask

thevelveteenbear:

 

No girls allowed in the back of the van
No crying now or holding hands
No long-neck birds with its head in its hands
No foreign papers exchanging hands. 

That lonely siren song you’ve been hearing in your dream
Is just a chapel bell, and it wakes you every evening
A lonesome song, but it’s someone else’s blues.