Dolores

The radio's droning, dulled out by the
 Intercom on fire
 Guiding 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 heart's been draining in the waiting room
 Think of your daughter at her wedding
 And you know life isn't long enough
 Your shirt speckled 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 memory to remember each new city
 But I lost track so long ago
 I think it was around 260
 But they're praying for you
 You
 For you
 They're praying for you
 They're praying for you
 For you
 For you
 They're praying for you
 They're praying for you
 They're praying for you
 I said, they're praying for you
 Isn't that good enough?