Classic Cars

Saying, "Everything's a cycle, you�ve got to let it come to you
So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
The whole world, it loves you if you are a chic chameleon

To tell them all that I made a mistake
Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night
To think of them, all alone in the dark
From the panicked paradox of day to day
Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was"
So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen
And they keep moving at a glacial pace, turning circles in a memory maze
It�s a room I�m renovating, it�s a name I got to change
I had to change the combination to the safe
Gave me anything I wanted, oh, the generosity
Painted her front door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
You can go right out your mind trying to escape
Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just splattered paint
It�s not that often but I think of her sometimes
She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean

Intersecting circles, she could hang with anyone
I learned to listen, felt like I was back at school
I took all that I could, it was free
And I keep looking for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a cynical saint

Hide it all behind a wall, let people wait
And when it does, you will know what to do"

Without even knowing, I guess I took up her advice
If you can�t understand something, then it�s best to be afraid
She�d talk forever about the phases of the moon
But when conducting business, she would lie about where she�s from
I made a new cast of the death mask that's gonna cover my face
Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
If I get out of California, I�m going back to my home state