Ragged Dick

You wake up at four to the white noise and snow
And you reach over her and you grope for your ready remote
And with a push of your finger, it's gone
And you wrestle with sheets 'til you give in and turn it back on

Now you're marching in circles to the rhythms of squares
You tap out a beat in the corner where nobody cares
And you're wondering how it could be
You're on the two and the four and she's hopelessly on one and three

When will the end take the middle away?
And the enemies aim at each other and fire and fade
Like the screen on the old RCA
You turn off every night
And roll over with nothing to say

Just when you know it, it's too late to change
You'll be standing in line at the grocer just acting your age
And when all of your cans have been scanned
You'll forget what it was you remembered and heat up the ham

Kites in the trash can and clouds in the sky
Horatio Alger fell off of his treadmill and died
But the motor purred into the night
Like a lover who sighs when you turn off the tube
And the lights