the clock stops, it's 7 past sunrise br rain clouds gather in widow's veil br I am studdering your name, missing br you to a North Carolina town br br sunday comes, but brings no relief br I find that if iI close my eyes I br can see your silhouette, circled in blue br lonleness pounds my door, rings my bell br br I wonder if it would not be better br if you found work closer to me br rather then pluck my heart, perpetuity br leaving bones of white nakednessbr br Joe Howellbr br