later at nightnwhen your eyes get widenand your sight-lines die for the momentnnholding on to a closing songnyou can tell me news, nbut i don't want to know itnnno one's hooking it up todaynplayers past from yesterdaynto fix his open eyes on something elsenthree blocks over from yesterdaynthe people and the planets strugglenhard to keep their shaking hands closednholding only chords that matter the mostnnlater at nightnwhen your eyes get widenwhen the motor on the mindnis moving slowernracing eyesnfixed on guysnin the alley hitching thenwind break for the warmthnnno one's hooking it up todaynplayers past from yesterdaynthe fix his open eyes on something elsenthree blocks over from yesterdaynthe people and the planetsnstruggle hard to keep their shaking hands closednall the wishes that were weariednare posednuntil the brightness pulls our eyelids closed