You should fold up your telescope

Chuck your compass at the unknown

You should shoot out every star

All they've gotten you is lost

They burned out so long ago



Those twinkly little lights

We hung from the window sill

Just above our bed

Our first studio

We barely could make the rent

So we held our world on a string

We had an answer for everything



You kept those dirty polaroids

In an atlas under your mattress

On the page for Illinois

They probably should have been destroyed

Yet you kept them, how very tragic



That road trip to Champaign

We stayed at your sister's place

On a pull-out bed

An engagement ring hidden in my dopp kit

We were young and dumb and free

We had an answer for everything



Everything, now here we are

Broken down as two prisoners

Constant questioning has left us embittered

In youth we held the keys

We had an answer for everything