[00:02.610]How many times have I heard
[00:13.080]In the South they just don't work
[00:23.000]Lazy angels spill time
[00:30.690]And use lives as I would mine
[00:45.550]Pouring out of windows
[00:52.700]Like strange flags, come clean clothes
[01:06.100]Spit-free sediment sweep dives
[01:15.640]From broom-kept porch in no time, no time
[02:49.150]Now the sun strips that same sidewalk
[02:57.540]With the day-dried test of small talk
[03:09.000]She walks quick, fresh, with clean, black crease
[03:18.000]And navigates this mess with protected ease
[03:32.590]Does she leave? Does she leave?
[03:40.890]Does she come home?
[03:49.000]Where does she sleep?
[05:17.650]But somehow the gate's not right
[05:25.500]A face stripped of something since last night
[05:36.000]Can you carry that  smile to the store for a job?
[05:46.440]And what's such a rush that would let you be robbed?
[05:57.890]Now do you leave? Do you leave?
[06:06.900]Or do you come home?