Like the solitary sunflower says "Goodnight Moon"
I am utterly alone in the standing room
Way back from the stage where the manic people break like waves
And the drum kit booms

Sam is to my left dancing like a Peanut
and trying to balance two bottles of wine on her head
On her head

And I think she's failing
But I still think she's cool
Sam Varda will be sailing
By the light of the stars around the room

We were sunkissed wet-lipped kids with just a hint
Of good-for-nothing twenty-something champing at the bit
For a quiet corner somewhere
Or a way out of the pit

Surely as the setting sun burns down the west
The rhythm section's witticisms roll right through my chest
Like ink down the bathroom sink
Before the X's set in

Heavenly bodies stage bound by gravity
The bassist is wasted a quarternote catastrophe
Our heavenly bodies
Sweat-stained and ravishing

The lights are all fading, the piano's laid low
You know I'm a sucker for a sweet soft close
Then it all goes dark
Then we start to glow

And when the show is over
The band packs up the van
We scope out the merch stand
Sucking second hand smoke while we wait for your dad

Sunburnt skin
September burns itself out
If you manage a grin
I might manage to get these words out
But I'm not strong
Seasons change slowly
All at once I start to learn
Being miserable on the world's behalf does nothing to help it turn

Please don't put me in a box
Where I'll be happy
Like it's that easy
Of my own making
New Jersey's waiting