Four Stories

In 1-A there's an old man at his table Across from him is just an empty chair I watch him turn the pages of his bible It used to be his wife was always there In 4-C there's a girl without a father Exactly when he left here I don't know She thinks he blames her for all their problems I think that he didn't want to go Everybody's broken into pieces I can see them break from where I stand Underneath the light I smoke a cigarette each night And go inside another broken man The guy in 2-D stopped and smoked here with me Before he worked his second shift today He still can't make enough to feed his family And there's another baby on the way The couple on the third floor is always fighting I think they might have patched things up tonight That's what I like to think when they get quiet Times like this I pray to God I'm right Everybody's broken into pieces I can see them break from where I stand Underneath the light I smoke a cigarette each night And go inside another broken man Everybody's broken into pieces I can see them break from where I stand Underneath the light I smoke a cigarette each night And go inside another broken man Underneath the light I smoke a cigarette each night And go inside another broken man Go inside another broken man