Without Applause - Horse Feathers

Work was on the way

And I’d rather be no one, work in vain

All the suits are formally

And as for me, I’ll soon take that front seat

And time she bears a cross

In an ocean teaming with froth

I’m on the shore without applause

Mama’s here and nothing can be done

No other thought meanwhile something thaws

Dad to rise, there to fix something

It’s not the drinking but the worry that does him in

I learned you were sober

On root that’s so gold

Gears of nothing

Stacked at nothing

She bears a cross in an ocean

Teaming with froth

On the shore without applause