Jennifer Leonhardt: MUSIC

why bother with a second coming wouldnt nobody show no how why bother bringin on springtime just to fall why love up on your woman only to bring her down why bother with the day's blue fullness if all that's on your mind is the night what's papa's little boy doing lying like an old man in a heap outside the closed church door newspaper and an empty bottle and the light changing green to red and the sky's just an eye of black in a crack between the walls why answer the telephone just to apologize again why wait for the train to get here or the child to grow why bother with a life of kindness with nothing to show for nothing to show for nothing at all why bother with a second coming at all