Act Of Quiet Desperation

Act Of Quiet Desperation - Walt Mink

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