Answering Machine Blues

I’ve gone on like this for hours
Eyelids hang like spiders
The wineglass is diminished
You can douse the fire, but the smoke is sometimes endless

But the ache is getting a little closer
I trade my whole kingdom for a chorus
Besides [your] [ ] “Fare thee well, miss Carousel”
I’d like to pick your picket, but I’m not feeling very well

So I [ ] tapes from the answering machine
There’s Susan and Alex, Joe, Kim and Kathleen
Yesterday’s voices wondering where I was then
They sound so good, I think I’ll rewind [ ] me again

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My mind tonight sure seems vanquished
Streetlights hover like gold, cold spaceships
They won’t be there wherever you awake
They can only be witnessed by a mind repairing a mistake

So I’ve gone one and one like this for hours
Eyelids hang like cut and dried flowers
The hourglass isn’t turned in [ ]
It’s just too late to stand outside in your window, [proudly] calling your name

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