I met the first guy
Who said, "I'll always remember this night, Jane."
When I brought cigarettes home on a whim
It was really him
And all of us other guys
Who've said it since then
We've been trying to mean it as sincerely as he did
Well, tThere is a metal divide
Between myself and this lake in New Jersey
Silver seaweed hands reach up and then grab
A woman walking, dog pulled in
Never heard from again
Focus on shining tension
We're striders on the surface
Of striders on the surface
You're a dog's leash on the shores of the Pacific
It means nothing to me