snow is falling
it's melting in your hair
standing out in the cold neon air
the bartender is dragging the trash out to the curb
bu*ton your coat
no place left but home
Saint Cecilia is crying at a Richmond dive
I want you to find me
I think I've been missing for a while
here comes that band that was drinking in the parking lot
tell me what it says on the gold charm 'round your neck
now you're in slow motion
now you're breaking up
now I am like a shaky hand held camera
Saint Cecilia is crying at a downtown dive
I want you to find me
think I've been missing for a while
the girl who works here is crying in the bathroom
I tried to stop you
but you got into a place
you could not explain to anyone
my rose my dove
my Mexican girl
tell me that joke again till everyone else goes away
jam box on the dashboard
playing the pretenders
now I am like a blown out hand held super 8mm
this old town is for dry cleaners
violinists and street sweepers
and dreamers like us
Saint Cecilia is crying at a Richmond dive
I want you to find me
I think I've been missing for a while
I tried to stop you, but you got into a cab
and drove away into the night
my rose my dove