Well this is a long drive

with nothing to think about besides...

i'm ready to get better now

i swear at least i'll try

and how the world around me rings

my heart is done good by the strangest things



and these hands here here are lost without you

they depend on the devil now for something to do

and they try, but they don't get very far

they just manhandle strings on electric guitars



memories, they blow through me

like tumbleweeds or like air through a reed

and this is the sound they all make

and this is where the pianos might come in,

but i don't play.



i'm so happy, i could break down and cry

i was blue before, but now i can't remember why

and these vaudeville tears, well they aren't really here

i just conjured them up for the show

they're all just from memory, you know