He sits on the table, The man shakes his hand, and says, "You're in good hands today." And she's quiet with fingers crossed Counting the sleep she's lost. She thinks this could be the last time, And she's waiting. So soft and easily they cut an opening Tearing the bad things right out. They are watch dogs Barking at black spots Moving quiet in the night While he's waiting. Fluorescent lights fell on the faces. In the waiting room devoid of patience. And you left your daughters all three Full of desires. And there is only so much I can do. There was only so much we could do. She speaks of gabardine, And I am inheriting All these greens and blues. Will she visit me When I'm fast asleep? Will she speak at all? When I'm waiting?