Footsteps
 
 
 So she walks into the room
 Lays down on the couch
 
 Goes and boils a pot of tea
 Lift the lid
 Drop the leaves
 
 So don't listen for the door
 To open
 Here in the city there's no keeping track of cars
 
 Outside it softly starts to rain
 Greets her like the family cat
 Holds her in the room like hands
 Holding something made of glass 
 "Quiet down, my baby, rest and just 
 listen to me fall."
 
 And she sits there for a long time
 In the teeth of her mind
 
 Oh, I need to be alone with me
 Somewhere in the country
 Where there's no chance of hoping
 For footsteps