Dolores - Spanish Love Songs

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

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 been draining in the waiting room

You think of your daughter at her wedding

You know life isn’t long enough

Your shirt’s speckled red

You’re holding onto a young girl’s hand

So frail and cold, so casual

Not even the last one today

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

They’re praying for you, you, for you

They’re praying for you, they’re praying for you

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?