Sinking Slow - Ezra Furman

All the broken pieces

Lying in a pile

Waiting to be swept up

From the bathroom tile

Broke my only mirror

Feeling not quite right

Empty little bedroom

And a long night

Oh, I miss my honey so

Now I’m cold and lonely

Oh, and I hope she comes back home

To her boy whose heart is broke

I’m sinking slow

Born into a strange world

Waiting for a train

Sliding 'round Chicago

In a soft rain

Year of No Returning

Hanging on the wall

Praying for salvation

And a phone call

Oh, I miss my honey so

And my childhood’s ending

Oh, and she’s got to come back home

To her boy descending slow

I’m sinking slow