she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
and she locked the car and slipped past
into rythmic queitude
lights burning
voice dry and hoarse
i threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
the feel over each other
i fell onto my knees
the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
a sick like you hear at the fairground
now i'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around
i don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters
it'll make a whisper out of you

she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
the fairground's lit
a drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through
got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
i can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake
to take a little nap while the road is straight
i wish that car had never been discovered
they took away the bottle and the hat he was under
that's the one thing that he could never do
and it'll make a whisper out of you

she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
cops were running around the scene
looking for some kind of clue
they ever get uptight when a moth gets crushed
unless a light bulb really loved him very much

To be continued...