The trash inside the alley way is on its way to spilling on the sidewalknThe birds are waiting there for itnThey are eating well tonightnnA ripped out page from a notebook full of letters to a lover that don't love her backnSays she's moving onnShe's moving onnnThe sticky side of a strip of tape is picking up the dust and hair and little thingsnThat you got on your coatnWhen you were freezing coldnnThe wooden handle of a metal ax is bruising up his shoulder as he carries itnHe's splitting wood todaynYea he splits wood for fun