In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
The room it was lit up me too I couldn't sit up
Engaged was my time in studying the wall
And all the poets kept getting louder
Even though they weren't needed any longer
The strapless high heeled street walker
Believes every day that she goes younger
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
The poets would keep on all night with their come ons
One would say something another'd say more
Looking for contracts but finding the soap
Well I know she'd take them all for a joke
Ah but she'd take them all no doubt
And they never knowing what it was about
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
With burning candle and the store window
Hard to believe there could be more
And all the poets complained of the cold
But they only did what they were told
Searching so hard for a satisfied mind
While she walked by with a satisfied soul
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
A radio played on to almost no one
Attention was paid only to the dawn
As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons
And felt in the air for a post to lean on
No one could ever know her outside
In the take of an instant she had passed by
Well I wish I could be her lover
Go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
Symbols and motives were again promoted
Hard to believe there could be more
As she moved on and then faded out
To the songs of the poet still keeping it up
The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch
And it all disappeared into the face of the clock.
Engaged was my time in studying the wall
And all the poets kept getting louder
Even though they weren't needed any longer
The strapless high heeled street walker
Believes every day that she goes younger
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
The poets would keep on all night with their come ons
One would say something another'd say more
Looking for contracts but finding the soap
Well I know she'd take them all for a joke
Ah but she'd take them all no doubt
And they never knowing what it was about
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
With burning candle and the store window
Hard to believe there could be more
And all the poets complained of the cold
But they only did what they were told
Searching so hard for a satisfied mind
While she walked by with a satisfied soul
Ah I wish I could be her lover
And go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
A radio played on to almost no one
Attention was paid only to the dawn
As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons
And felt in the air for a post to lean on
No one could ever know her outside
In the take of an instant she had passed by
Well I wish I could be her lover
Go with her as she makes her rounds
And fall with her hair as it comes down
Symbols and motives were again promoted
Hard to believe there could be more
As she moved on and then faded out
To the songs of the poet still keeping it up
The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch
And it all disappeared into the face of the clock.
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