Verna Bloom

Press your face up to the screen

And you can feel the static

You can hear the emptiness of space

Sings out so tender, so erratic

You said in a tough voice, you learned from a late-night movie

Take my hand, little brother, or better, come with me

As the hatchback came around and circled the cul-de-sac

I could tell I was going home, and you were never coming back

Press your face up to the screen

And you can feel the static

You can hear the emptiness of space

Sings out so tender, so erratic

Strange shapes by the road draped in cellophane

Drag me back to your old checked dress billowing in the rain

Service station coffee, well, it reeks like sour milk

When you're spinning to the ground, it's a little late to ask for help

Press your face up to the screen

And you can feel the static

You can hear the emptiness of space

Sings out so tender, so erratic

Ten weeks is a long time to be away from home

If you look real close, you can see that something's going wrong

The sand beneath my feet felt just like the sand

On the beach where I had held your ashes in my hand

Press your face up to the screen

And you can feel the static

You can hear the emptiness of space

Sings out so tender, so erratic