whining eyes

he waved her down to where he stood, but lost her in the neighborhood
of several hundred thousand other people
and by the time she found him there, his drink was lost, she couldn't care
she stood there drenched in sweat beneath the steeple

those whining eyes,
like her mother
she never knew it, but she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

sometimes it takes you years to learn the smartest way is not to burn
though some folks like to hang out in the trenches
next time she will plan ahead and carry her own banner head and wave it high above the other wenches

those whining eyes,
like her mother
she never knew it, but she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~

and never mind the dusty ground with legs to watch, and Stanky Brown
is dragging through his medley, nasty fella
next time, carry her own chair and iced cold water, put it there
a shady spot, not hot, beneath the 'brella

it's better now, she doesn't care, he'll find her here, or meet her where
the mist is cool, and nearer to the porties
she only wants to find her place, a laggard in the human race
and rather cold, she's old, for in her forties

those whining eyes,
like her mother
she never knew it,
but
she cries
like no other
he'll see her through it
'til she dies
oh no~


Tragic. They must figure a way to keep these things cooler. Maybe solar operated fans in a screened top, to draw out the heat and fumes.