Your decisions now are yours alone
Like love is some kind of lottery
Like art could save a wretch like me
And he said, "Thank you, please but your flattery

Last night, my brother, he got drunk and drove
I am a waste of breath, of space, of time"
Of color and composition so magnificent
She would never clean another mess or fold his shirts or look her best
And they remind me of wind up cars in motion
The last few months I have been living with this couple
So I have been hanging out down by the trains depot
It is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity
But then, my knees give under me
No, I don't ride, I just sit and watch the people there
And I love their love and I am thankful
Could hear the sound escaping as an echo
So now I park my car down by the cathedral
With one day leading her to the next
And I am never real, it is just a sketch in me
And she decided the rest of her life from that point on would be a lie

She never got upset and with all the days she may have left
And no, I can't just let you go
And "Such is life," she often said
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste

And he said, "Officer, officer, you got the wrong man
And I want to scream out that it all is nonsense
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry
She was free to waste away alone
No laurel tree, just green envy
With my broken heart and my absent God
You are nothing but a stepping stone

And I tried to tell him he had a sense
I hope there's some room still in the middle
In that big, old house with the cars she kept
And she was anxious for all that would come next?

And I have no faith but it is all I want
Yeah, you know, the kind who buy everything in doubles
Tie my shoe, start walking off
He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper

And when the voices blend they sound like angels

And though your father's name is known
And your carelessness, it is something awful
To be loved and believe in my soul
No, no, I'm a student of medicine, a son of a banker
By all those fairy tales that drugged us
Sloping off the ceiling at an angle
Where you scratch and see what's underneath
You don't understand"
Until one day, she found out that he had lied

And try to just keep moving on

Is truly not becoming me, your eyes are poor
You are blind, you see, no beauty could have come from me
You get a little closer to your death, which was fine with her
The cop said, "No one got hurt, you should be thankful
It's 'sorry, just one cherry', 'play again', 'get lucky'
Choir practice was filling up with people
The way they spin and turn and jockey for positions
And her love for her man was one of her many virtues
But then she wept, what did you expect?
And so I hold my tongue, forget the song
With some ideal ideology that no one could hope to achieve
Of paint, of tape, of time
Where the floodlights point up at the steeples
I knew a woman, she was dignified and true
My head feels weak and suddenly it is clear to see
Oh, they fit together, like a puzzle
The range is too high, way up in Heaven
That someone actually receives the prize that was promised
On a path to debt, to loss, to shame"
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul

All your live's one track, can't they see it's pointless?
And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely
But she was grateful for everything that had happens
Well, I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover
Will my number come up eventually?
But when I lift my voice up now to reach them

And this cop, he pulled him off to the side of the road