| Everything you said was true
|
| Everything you did was you
|
| Everything I started with her
|
| Ended on an oily stage where
|
| I wrote elegiac stanzas for you
|
| I hope and pray that they come true
|
| He found God
|
| In a parking lot, and you did not
|
| I, I headed for the coastalry
|
| Regions of mind
|
| To see what I’d find
|
| But I do understand why they’re looking at you
|
| As if you ever really cared
|
| All across the Eastern Board
|
| Languages were being lost
|
| You look so elegantly bored now
|
| Totally at ease with it all, yeah
|
| Whilst you were drunk oh you let it all slip
|
| I hope and pray that it’s okay
|
| He found God
|
| In a Wiltshire field, whilst you did not
|
| I, I headed for the coastalry
|
| Regions of mind
|
| To see what I’d find
|
| But I do understand why they’re looking at you
|
| As if you ever really cared
|
| He found God
|
| In a Wiltshire field, and you did not
|
| I, I headed for the coastalry
|
| Regions of mind
|
| To see what I’d find |