The Beautiful Something In My Head

Jack Smith was canned for the tattoo on his hand
they tried to make him understand he's just another man
but with his last check he went to the tattoo pallor
and when he came out he looked a few inches taller
the ink reflected what can never be said
the beautiful something in his head

Harold Williams wishes will go unsaid
he put his suit on then put a rifle to his head
his boss mourned for the loss of an employee
hi mother mourned for the things he could not be
the congregation sang where his body lay dead
silence to the beautiful something in his head

the air is a mess of church bells and cars
construction advertisements gossip and bars
voices falling from lips to mix
like drops of oil from vagrant ships

so I listen instead
to the beautiful something in my head