later at night   when your eyes get wide   and your sight-lines die for the moment      holding on to a closing song   you can tell me news,    but i don't want to know it      no one's hooking it up today   players past from yesterday   to fix his open eyes on something else   three blocks over from yesterday   the people and the planets struggle   hard to keep their shaking hands closed   holding only chords that matter the most      later at night   when your eyes get wide   when the motor on the mind   is moving slower   racing eyes   fixed on guys   in the alley hitching the   wind break for the warmth      no one's hooking it up today   players past from yesterday   the fix his open eyes on something else   three blocks over from yesterday   the people and the planets   struggle hard to keep their shaking hands closed   all the wishes that were wearied   are posed   until the brightness pulls our eyelids closed