it’s no comfort to her
the windows here get barred on down
she’s sheltered from the outside
but can’t stay safe inside her home
from words like dagger tongue ties
to shard of glass that skim the bone
but tonight
there’s a trigger of hope
fate may allow
tonight
she’ll be wipin’ away
the weight from her brow
tonight
hey tonight
oh maybe tonight
it’s no comfort to her
in three more hours he’ll come on home
evict her from the kitchen
and seize the couch and TV show
she’ll flinch up in the bedroom
and read between his fits below
but tonight
there’s a trigger of hope
fate may allow
tonight
she’ll be wipin’ away
the weight from her brow
tonight
hey tonight
oh maybe tonight
she shakes at the top of the stairs as he’s sleeping
follows her feet down as each step is squeaking
louder and loud
but tonight
there’s trigger of hope
fate may allow
tonight
she’ll be wipin’ away
the weight from her brow
tonight
hey tonight
oh maybe tonight
Words and Music by Rick Stachura. “Trigger.” September 2001.
Photo by Rick Stachura. 31st Street. Astoria, Queens. April 19, 2020.
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