Never was the kid with the 8-track But a 1-track, mind, you can't sate that And a ca**ette double deck for the playback wouldn't ever let me down Before i had the sickness, i had the remedy Spending these mornings just emulating melodies Heard off the radio, sung anthemically Even angelically, couldn't try telling me to press stop Working these so low fidelities Unless it was time for the overdubs Twenty years go by, haven't sobered up Sines my only drug, why would i ever cut Asked like suicide counselor I wasn't the mark, but i was around her They gave her labels, bottles over the counter But underneath the table she still hid the ink of a scar We used to sing in the dark By the swings in the park I was into her heart But you know back then everything was a spark All i know is that we lived for music For me, as the reckless and wry Made me measure up, made me a sensitive guy The greatest pleasure in my world Gave me pressure to thrive But for her it was the only thing that kept her alive Strung along on violin strings she didn't have a life of violent things Not in the physical, but in the family emotions and rituals, it got critical Impossible, couldn't believe what was hitting my optical/ trips to the hospital Tired eyes, both of us, two bouts of new scars Cigarettes in her blue mouth And then the story stops, tuned out They packed up real fast and just moved south And the only thing i have left is a memory So steadily sealed in a melody She had a tendency to get lost Come back, girl