| The only thing worse than bad memories
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| Is no memories at all
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| From the age of 20 to 22 I had five friends
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| None of whose names I can recall
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| And as I would walk down K Street to some temping job
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| As winter froze the life out of fall
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| Yeah, I must’ve been having a ball
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| Different scene outside your window now
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| Same VCR, same cats
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| Different people at the very same job
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| Similar alley, different rats
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| The trash goes out on a Tuesday now
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| You got to make a note about that
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| Yeah, this time you’re where it’s at You can’t say it but I know it’s in there
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| You don’t know it but I know that you’re scared
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| Obvious and lonely, a spider in the snow
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| Now you find the very same pit still yawns
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| Deep down within the very same gut
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| The very same ghosts still seem to haunt you down
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| Down those lines you always tried to cut
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| You thought you just might need a little change
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| And now you find you got nothing but
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| How can a body move the speed of light
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| And still find itself in such a rut?
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| You can’t say it but I know it’s in there
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| You don’t know it but I know that you’re scared
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| Obvious and lonely, afraid to not let go You can’t say it but I know it’s in there
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| You don’t know it but I know that you’re scared
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| Obvious and lonely, a spider in the snow |