The City of Jails

Theres a jail full of tears in my heart
and one day i pray it wil leave me for good
i wish it would just flop out of me and die,
but i know it doesnt work that way, so i wait for a while
hoping the day is not far off when it does

theres a jail full of tears in my heart
and everytime i think about it i cry
like a little girl with invisible splinters in her hands
only these are lodged in the core
and everyday i wonder if more or less come

theres a jail full of tears in my heart
but its only when i feed the engine
that it grows, only when i shake hands with
the nights dirty claw, and tickle its
insect head, its so hard to breathe then

theres a jail full of tears in my heart
but when a train full of people passes high above or
a bus trudges along its silly path i forget
that its there, and somehow the jail empties
a little, and those prisoners sit in buses&trains instead

and then i think, maybe when i sit on buses, or i ride on trains
maybe when people see me do that their hearts empty a little bit
too, and maybe i take a weight off of them in an indirect way,
and then i think, maybe everyone has a jail full of tears in their hearts,
and maybe everyone is a prisoner that has recently been freed,
from someone elses heavy life.