Words and Music: Sherman Dorn, 2002
Am F G E7
The mother wakes at five so she has the lunches done,
Am F Dm G
then she gets all of her brood up so they exit with the sun.
C F G E7
The father's out already at work fitting metal parts.
Am Dm E Am
When they get home there's nothing left to salve their worn-out hearts.
They've got...
Am G E7
Unconscious love, for their eyes are bloodshot red.
Am C G E
It's hard to think of love when they're fast asleep in bed.
Am F G E
You may scoff at what I'm saying, but I know you know it's true.
Am C E C
Toothpicks prop their lids up as they whisper--I love you.
The manager comes home underneath the full moonlight.
She calls a big-firm lawyer who is working half the night.
They lunch together weekly so they don't forget the face
of their precious love, for each one almost lives at her workplace.
They have...
Unconscious love, for our eyes are bloodshot red.
It's hard to think of love when we're fast asleep in bed.
You may scoff at what I'm saying, but I know you know it's true.
Toothpicks prop my lids up as I whisper, "I love you."
The city's gripped by crisis, or you're called to work again.
The neighbor wants her kids watched; you have something you must tend.
The tyranny of work has caused relationships to fray.
Smash the clocks and hold your love before it is too late, and it's
Unconscious love, for your eyes are bloodshot red.
It's hard to think of love when you're fast asleep in bed.
You don't scoff at what I'm saying, for you know it's true, and
toothpicks prop your lids up as you whisper, "I love—" zzzzzz—
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