Do I mind if you stop by? Well, damn straight! You’re my alibi. And, not for nothing, see if I care. You know this place is dead and the whole damn town, they already stare.

Can’t you see that tar and feather is meant for me? Don’t you need another friendly face for you to read?

There’s a house by your boyfriend’s stash The glass is broken and TV smashed. There’s a typewriter on the second floor that never wrote “Nothing and nothing no more.” They wrote “Nothing” and nothing no more

Just remember when you stop by I’ll be on the floor pretending I died And, not for nothing, see if I care You know I’m not sticking ‘round, I’m leaving town with my half of the share.

It’s not true - the brutality of youth. A car mirror cracked and a broken front tooth. These reflections weren’t meant to last, the Captain sees land but is tied to the mast