Out on the river where i go with my friends
they push cars off the banks
i take pictures where they landed
dirt bikes are going by
i hear the echo laughing
forest gnomes go dancing
through the fractal canyon

and what’s more, i could say anything
one door leads to another
metronome or a woodpecker
i don’t know one from the other

all of the glory
with none of the spending
i take part in the part of you
that’s never-ending
out the corner of your eye
you can see how i’d be tempted
to pretend i’m not alone
and let the memory bend

i’m with paul, who’s speaking in an irish accent
him and i wear tiger eye
and that’s no accident
i take comfort in the stripe
the stone of protection
from daffodil bill and the thrill of rejection

and what’s more, i could say anything
one door leads to another
metronome or a woodpecker
i don’t know one from the other

on a holy night like this
when the whole wide world is making a wish
you can find me in my kitchen, i’ll be breaking the dishes
or i’m down on my knees, i’m giving the river my kisses
i’ve been walking for miles
tell me, baby, do you miss me?
out the corner of your eye, can you see how i’d be tempted
to pretend i’m not alone and let the memory bend
and take part in the part of you that’s never-ending?
and i’m not alone here