Do you recall what it felt like to write real small and lay the letters on the paper without having it all planned out? Pretty pictures made manifest on the wall that stood between you and the overnight guest. The binding on your Bible looks pretty tight, do you know I'm in the next room with a dirty mind? I know what's in your kitchen but I wonder about the oven with the pilot that keeps blowing out. I have the feeling that we're staring at the same ceiling, and I know we're feeling the same dark against our skin. I can taste your words in the air that I'm breathing. In the morning I'll still be on the futon, a glass of water by my head and my boots on. I'm a fool again, I'm a fool again. Can I close my eyes, remind myself I've always been?
Did you find the list of finalists was pretty slight? Are they masters of the wireless but absent when the lights go down? I wanna know if there's a vacancy, I wanna know if there's a chance that you will wait for me with a bottle of red and a bottle of white, I got lost in Boston right after I'd gotten high, I drove round and round on those crooked streets, I just know they were laid out that way to fuck with me. I've been meaning to let you in on what I've been dreaming. I forgot that you're the one that'll do the letting in. On the journey up I wouldn't let myself stop believin'. And on the way home I won't let my faith quit, cause I won't remember much that could shake it. I'm a fool again, I'm a fool again. Can I close my eyes, remind myself I've always been?