California Orange

She's been tying compasses to her kisses
And blowing them out her window again
Since he's gone to visit his mom
Somewhere north near the prime meridian
It's a shame she holds a candle out
He was never true to begin with
But most people never really learn
They just grow more adaptive

He used to play the bass in high school
But now that's all over with
Because now he just drinks and he wanders around
Since he dropped himself out of college
They call him Stoolie cause he sits at the barstool
Dry toasting the town every evening
Saying "I'm not a real alcoholic friends
This is just an impersonation"

But this ain't no Eleanor Rigby dirge
And this ain't no love song
This is just crashes on the Interstate
You acknowledge as you move along

She warned him not to keep following her
Or she'd get the cops to bust his ass
He was breaking in her bedroom window
When he fell four flights
And snapped his spine on the cool green grass
If he'd landed on concrete they say
That he'd be surely good as dead
She visited him at the hospital
And he whispered "do you see how much
I love you yet?"

Well he's been spending his last year in Omaha
For at least five years I believe
His future he says is surely west
He's a real modern frontiersman
He's going to drive his black and chrome motorcycle
Right into the heart of a California orange
"As soon as I've got the money" he says
"As soon as I've got the money
I'll be gone
I'll be out of here"