Andy never had a father Who was anywhere nearby And when he was and Andy asked him things He couldn't get him to reply So Andy taught himself the things That thought he might ought to know And when he talks about the winter time He says, "I understand the snow." Andy left his small hometown He went to college and he majored in art history Now he lives in a canvas world As a docent in a gallery Andy speaks aesthetically He can quantify the beautiful But he can hardly feel inside So he just does what's dutiful July's tendency's to freeze Whenever she's confronted She's borne so many losses That her senses have been blunted She learned about d**h and dying When she was only six years old Since then every one she meets Seems a little cold She's tried to change herself By being a good lover But every time she finds someone good He leaves her cause he says she smothers She lost count a year ago When she was living in West Virginia The last one never even told her it was over, in fact As he left, he said "I got a ring I'm gonna send ya." And I used to bathe in tears at night Cause I felt like I was on my own I used to think I would never be Completely known I used to hold on tightly To the sorrows that I owned But they were all I knew They had run me through And they had left me All alone I used to pray every day That God would mend what's torn Now I see the only way is to die... To die... Aand be reborn I have finally found a way to live In the presence of the Lord