Classic Cars

And they keep moving at a glacial pace, turning circles in a memory maze
If you can�t understand something, then it�s best to be afraid
Gave me anything I wanted, oh, the generosity
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, you�ve got to let it come to you
Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
I learned to listen, felt like I was back at school
The whole world, it loves you if you are a chic chameleon
Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just splattered paint
Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was"
To tell them all that I made a mistake
I took all that I could, it was free
I made a new cast of the death mask that's gonna cover my face
Without even knowing, I guess I took up her advice
But when conducting business, she would lie about where she�s from

From the panicked paradox of day to day
And I keep looking for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a cynical saint
She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean

So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar

If I get out of California, I�m going back to my home state

Painted her front door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
She�d talk forever about the phases of the moon
It�s a room I�m renovating, it�s a name I got to change
I had to change the combination to the safe
And when it does, you will know what to do"
Just something quaint, a couple ships in the night
It�s not that often but I think of her sometimes
Intersecting circles, she could hang with anyone

So I laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a queen
You can go right out your mind trying to escape
To think of them, all alone in the dark
Hide it all behind a wall, let people wait