Sunday St.

when it gets so dark
that i can't see out
i think about my brother
& how i cannot leave him
& i know i'll see this through

drove around all night
slept in the back seat
woke up lost and clouded
walked around and thought about it

it was sunday & the street was empty
the sound of ringing bells
pulled me back again
i don't want you to hear those bells
ringing for me

the sunday street