A polaroid, a foolish grin
By the book what might have been
A pilot light, home alone
A radio, a telephone,
Five stars, a flat tire,
Paperback on a high wire
Are we ever alone?
Soul’s a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul’s a camera
Water's edge, thunderstorm
The Beach Boys with a French horn
Take a pledge, tell a joke,
A broken string Have a smoke,
Deep breath, yellow light,
Asleep now on the late flight
Are we ever alone?
Soul’s a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul’s a camera
Are we ever alone?
Soul’s a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul’s a camera
A ticket stub, a paperweight,
A taxi ride, a roommate
Orange shirt, belly laugh
A ball boy, an autograph