Leave it to Them

Leave it to the chain-link fence, to storm-drain cigarettes

Leave it to cobwebs on swing sets and long-forgotten toys

Leave it to the empty chair, still holding your shape there

Leave it to the stains and tears and the curbside where it sits, collecting rain

Leave it to them, leave it to them

'Cause there are no words I could say

That measure up to the size of the space

Left behind in your wordless wake

So I'll leave it, I'll leave it to them

Leave it to fluorescent light, the gas station in the middle of the night

Leave it to the poems they write for their lonely lives on the dirty bathroom wall

Leave it to the rain that pours, and that slowing breath of yours

Leave it to minor chords and troubadours and songs that ache so pure

Leave it to them, leave it to them

'Cause there are no words I could say

That measure up to the size of the space

Left behind in your wordless wake

So I'll leave it, I'll leave it to them

Leave it to the lost balloon, tangled and tattered in the dogwood bloom

Leave it to the crimson moon, hanging over you in your childhood photograph

Leave it to the scrubs you wore to see me in when I came to the world

And that same old uniform, still in your drawer, that I wore to see you out

Leave it to them, leave it to them

Leave it to them, leave it to them

Leave it to them, leave it to them

'Cause there are no words I could say

That measure up to the size of the space

Left behind in your wordless wake

So I'll leave it to them