Walt Mink Act Of Quiet Desperation

it's sunday morning. she gazes at his head. and wishes he were dead. well get up, open your eyes. the bed is sinking. she notices too late. admist their sorry state. the lonesome fate. birds fly bye. kids outside. i promise we're fine. love will tow the line. i'll take it over. the ships are leaving port. and i'm waving from the shore. till i can't wave no more. someone is speaking. their voice is clear as day. but i don't know what they're saying. who cares anyway. birds fly bye. kids outside. i promise we're fine. love will tow the line. please don't cry. i've saved what's mine. we're tired of trying. when i can't tow the line