From hazy days to something real
Too far in to walk away
Though I think I know the deal

I watched her face turn white to red
And then it hit me, she said, I've seen enough
I know you're a dying breed

Go to meet Samantha
Picture what I've missed the most
Her, Garfield Ave, and all the record stores
The shady dives we'd haunt as ghosts

I draw my coat closed
Bound up the stairs cause I'm back from the war
Feel the fear setting in, can't relate anymore
Then I'm met with a note stuck with gum to the door
"You're not alone, welcome home"

We dropped into the sofa
The ugly scenes are gone
You can't stay mad that long
Some brains are just wired wrong

We talk about the weather
And the color clouds are lined
You're bored, I'm counting time
I got thirty days behind me

Catch a cab on Lyndale
Heading downtown past Block E.
It's all cleaned up, there's no more Moby Dick's
This place ain't what it used to be
And yet I'm still me

In from the cold, reminded I'm unhip
When my fingers are thawed I'm still losing my grip
I keep standing and sitting and thumbing my chip
It's heads no and tails go


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