The Pharmacist from Dusk by Darryl Rahn

She gets off at 10pm
Takes her place in the McDonald’s drive-thru line
Feels like a kid again
A fountain soda on a humid summer night
Now the day swims through her head
She replays every prescription that she filled
While her son’s asleep in bed
She’ll convince herself that she got someone killed

And it goes on like this a while
And it goes on and on and on
and on and on and on and on

Sometimes she envies the front desk
Selling packs of gum and chapstick and shampoo
She’s only back there for the check
Which never feels worth half the day that she’s been through
What’s the measure of success?
Does anybody even know what that word means?
Is it too late now to start fresh?
She asks herself before the final light turns green

And it goes on like this a while
And it goes on and on and on
and on and on and on and on

He says “babe, how was your day”
And just like yesterday she says “let’s talk tomorrow”
He kisses her head and says OK
And they resume the newest episode of Fargo
And she starts drifting right away
The battle with her eyes is never one worth fighting
Then hears the feet on the staircase
Wakes back up to find her baby boy just smiling

And it goes on like this a while
And it goes on and on and on
and on and on and on and on

• Acoustic
• alt-country
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• New York