Pack up the car
We'll leave in the morning
The sun'll be up by noon
You can run or you can wait
For the moon to burn you
It was cold in Seattle
When you said you'd trust me
But somewhere between Des Moines
And Maine I failed you
I was helpless to avoid
The passing of the days
The crashing of the waves
Until they carried you off
What does it mean to be the last of anything alive?
Well you were not invited
But you let yourself right in
Now things are getting biblical
That must have been some sin
Can't you just let it end?
You got the best of all your friends
And when the bouncer locks the door
I swear that nobody's getting back in
This stuff must cost a fortune
You better get your money right
My hands are getting tired
Could I lay my head in yours
Just for tonight?
What Tony Soprano
Doesn't know won't hurt him
Yet
There's snow in July
On beaches in Dallas
But what do you want from me?
The coffee at the bottom of the pot
Is still free
Why'd you have to lie right through me
Like we haven't seen all the same movies?
Just when things were getting better
Have you checked the weather?
Old Testament selections
That you butchered on the test
A tenement inspection
Found you'd studied all the texts
The Book of Job told it best
You're more pious than the rest
But there's no god benevolent enough
To lend you a moment to rest
If the party just got started
Then why'd you sit down by the door?
I think the answer's easy
But it can't look like you've known it
All along