You can stare into a picture
A full malaise and a TV screen
but don’t wear out your knees
standing here waiting
in drug store aisles through sitcom scenes

When I found you in the attic searching
through a box of your old things
with your somber wall of static glitching
your legs are getting weak
It makes you want to stop and think, awooo

I put away, those card white lines
tried to make good use of my time
but I’ll show my face in that bar again

O sweet, mystery
my black cat herald dream

They play in spite of you when you’re off
so try not to tear the whole thing apart
what will you have when the memory is gone?

Her clumsy shape was forming
rolling joints with James under a bridge
she looks for a way to row her boat north
and she rowed on and she road on

Point your camera at the singer
his sullen rave is fleeting fast
you watch him grope, some vintage six string
he learned that move out watching dad

That troubling lapse in your mind
rising with the heat through July
bet you wish you had a picture
you’ve dug a grave
where you once had memory

Slick black, outreaching sea
Outside you, hand held out to me
Slick black, outreaching sea
Outside you, hand held out to me

They play in spite of you when you’re off
so try not to tear the whole thing apart
what will you have when the memory is gone?

Her staggering legs were lifted
breaking strings on her way up
released of her weight free and lost
she road on and she road on
and she road on and she road on