Dolores - Etc Version

The radio's droning, dulled out by the intercom on fire
Guidin' the evening's choreography
And Katie has her hand in a young man's chest
Stain on her white shoes that won't wash out
So usual, not the last pair this year

And down the hallway, cries rise and fall
In-between the nearly constant sirens
Someone turns on the news like we need it
It's just another white man with a grudge
The break room sits empty
Just like our hearts are draining in the waiting room
Think of your daughter at her wеdding
You know life isn't long enough

Your shirt's specklеd red, you're holding onto a
Young girl's hand, so frail and cold
So casual, not even the last one today
And I wish for the fingers to count, or the
The memory to remember each new city
But I lost track so long ago
I think it was around two-sixty

They're prayin' for you
For you
They're prayin' for you
Isn't that good enough?