My footsteps are ticking
Like water dripping from a tree
Walking a hairline
Stepping very carefully

My heart is broken
It's worn out at the knees
Hearing muffled seeing blind
Soon it will hit the deep freeze

And something is cracking
I don't know where
Ice on the sidewalk
Brittle branches in the air

The sun is blinding
Dizzy golden dancing green
Through the park in the afternoon
Wondering where the hell I have been

© 1981 Suzanne Vega