I remember laying down. It was 1983. Under the tree while listening to London Calling or something like that. Twenty-three years later. I'm here at a meeting.
Right across the border. You can almost hear the trumpets playing. Maybe it's the workers who are building up the wall. So take my hand and come with me.
Mary Kay, she's got it bad. Thinks no one understands. You can't keep a good man down. You can't stop when loves around. . You can't close your lonely eyes.
She's gonna sing, you're gonna listen. One, one two three four. . Margaret, back in junior high. Margaret, all yellow curled. She was the most popular girl.
Lucy at the gym. She's there every time I go. And I don't go that often, so she must live at the gym. . I stare at her ribs, they show through the spandex.
It used to be a motel. Now they serve biscuits and t-shirts. I bring my own tea bag. I don't trust the coffee. But the biscuits are delicious. They come eight to a plate with a big block of butter.
Little guy, little guy, such a little guy. Such a little guy, in such a big body. . Little mind, little mind, you were once mine. Such a small mind in such a big body.
Love is never equal. I learned that early at home. Someone always loves more than the other. . And ends will always come. So you might as well have beginnings.
I once saw it in a book I had. God was by my side. My name in lights up there on the marquee. And God was very proud. . I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
Karen, she's my boss at the shoe store. We sell to the rich on Madison Avenue. I come in late from Brooklyn on the F train. Karen says "honey, make this your last time".
I'm so happy when you're here. And I'm not a happy girl. So, like a miracle occurs. . I'm happy when you're near. And all my angels appear. And the demons leave my ear.
Jenny came over and told me 'bout Brad. He's such a hairy behemoth she said. Dumb as a box of hammers. But he's such a handsome guy. . And I opened up and I told her 'bout Larry.
Why are all our heroes so imperfect. Why do they always bring me down. Why are all our heroes so imperfect. The statue in the park has lost his crown.
The box sites on the bridge. The crowd is waiting. The chains are locked across my chest. There's no heart breaking. . I've done this show a thousand times.
I wake up every morning to the sound of birds. It's really not birds it's my neighbor's TV. She watches talk shows all day long. I used to hate her but now we get along.
One leg in one leg out. What do you get with a half a heart. Part brave soul the rest is not. What do you get with a half a heart?. A half a mind, a half a spine.
Can't you tell that I am dying inside?. Can't you hear my muffled cry?. Do you have to be told a thousand times?. You're the guy who doesn't get it. .
I know everyone's a good person inside. Everyone wants just to be loved inside. So whenever I think how you wasted my time. I try to remember the good things inside.
So frail like a dying bird, so afraid. So pale like a ghost in the wind, blowing away. . Waiting for someone to find you. Someone carefully kind. Someone strong enough to hold you.
All alone in my head. Empty glass by the bed. All the tears turned to stone. And I feel so alone. Empty glass by the bed. You are cold, you are dead. And the room's shrinking small.