The sidewalk coughed up weeds and cracks A book, a magazine and a penny and a dime Oh, and Carl looked behind him making sure the scene was empty Breathed a sigh of bewilderment noting that it was Not that he expected to see Anita coming up With a brown bull whip or a box of daffodils Yeah, the night quiet bruised his ears and forced him into alleys Where the gravel crunch was friendly under polished army heels Under polished army heels The steps on St. Andrews seemed the best bet Catch a little shut eye, Anita could sweat some Bleed a little inside or find him in the morning Hunkered down like a derelict with mustard on his chin Oh, then the concrete froze his a** through the holes in his pants Winter's not the best time to make a martyr's point Carl caught the corner where the wind wouldn't get him And he absentmindedly spun the ring 'round his finger with his thumb Yeah, with his thumb Tomcat screams like a baby in the backlot Just as Carl's dreams kick in tight The light keeps stuttering hailstones between the boughs of a maple So many voices in a one man night And he starts to see the fool behind the windshield One hand on the steering wheel another in the air Trying hard to catch the jet stream to make the flying easy But only grabbing hunger for another man's life For another man's life And Anita makes the corner 'cross from Jones wrecking yard She been walking half the night and oh, her legs are tired Why, she thinks, does Carl have to take it so hard? Is it me that makes him lose who he truly think he is? He's the same damn man he's always been And I love him like I always did, like always What on earth will make him feel satisfied? I love him like I always did, like I always did Like I always did She leans against the street light watching him sleep Watching him turn and turn in a tide pool And she slowly walks across the steps of St. Andrews And stands there looking a minute or so longer Yeah, she tugs on his coat sleeve, "Carl, please let's go" But she stands, oh, doesn't say a word And they walk side by side, not touching nor explaining Just walking home to face down the circle wars Yeah, yeah, yeah, the circle wars