Her ring & her wrist-watch   in platic dads moving box   now in my brothers hand   reminds me of something      Something, not sunlight      Now we scream in the car   just because no one can hear it   and no one can say its dumb   another day gone and done      Like something, not sunlight      I move the spoon slowly   the rain hammers on the street   a feeling that just won't pass   the question still stands      Like something, not sunlight