Is the problem that we can't see, or is it that the problem is beautiful to me? Birds of Virginia are flying within you Like background singers, they all come in threes Like background singers, they all come in threes

I love the sound of a jukebox playing So I sit here while she's staying home Watching Dallas on TV I love the taste of whiskey straight The strongest thing she ever takes Is a sip from a small glass of chablis

But we are real, real I know we are real

When you feel that first ice cold twist in the wind Will you hang a lamp at the end of the lane?

Windex tears flow down the robot's face He'd never felt a mother's embrace

Go contemplate the evidence and I guarantee you'll find The dead know what they're doing when they leave this world behind

I can't stand to see you When you're crying at home

In 27 years I've drunk fifty thousand beers And they just wash against me Like the sea into a pier

Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around anymore than fate allows On a Monday in Fort Lauderdale

But I been around some and I've seen Enough to know we could both spend happy lives Inside the days of you and me

Smith and Jones forever!

Because the pillow that I dream on Is the threshold of a kingdom Is the threshold of a world where I'm with you It's a dark and snowy secret And it has to do with heaven And what looks like sleep is really hot pursuit

"This is lake directory, calling party barge I'm on the phone with pond control, they say you are at large Lend us your coordinates, we'll send a Saint Bernard"

Darkness and cold, darkness and cold Rolled in through the holes in the stories I told Conditions I'm wishing weren't taking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold

You got storyline fever, storyline flu It's filtering how everything looks to you Don’t you reckon it's affecting your attitude? Storyline fever got its hooks in you Storyline fever got its hooks in you

I tell you, they make it so you can't shake hands when they make your hands shake

Patiently encroaching on the animal The weather of forever retaking control Darkness and cold, darkness and cold

Cause I'm a man who has a wife who has a mother Who married one but she loved another

People send people up to the moon When they return, well, there isn't much

I want to wander through the night As a figure in the distance even to my own eye