Rachel

Never was the kid with the 8-track
But a 1-track, mind, you can't sate that
And a cassette double deck for the playback wouldn't ever let me down

Before i had the sickness, i had the remedy
Spending these mornings just emulating melodies
Heard off the radio, sung anthemically
Even angelically, couldn't try telling me to press stop
Working these so low fidelities

Unless it was time for the overdubs
Twenty years go by, haven't sobered up
Sines my only drug, why would i ever cut
Asked like suicide counselor
I wasn't the mark, but i was around her
They gave her labels, bottles over the counter
But underneath the table she still hid the ink of a scar

We used to sing in the dark
By the swings in the park
I was into her heart
But you know back then everything was a spark
All i know is that we lived for music

For me, as the reckless and wry
Made me measure up, made me a sensitive guy
The greatest pleasure in my world
Gave me pressure to thrive
But for her it was the only thing that kept her alive

Strung along on violin strings she didn't have a life of violent things
Not in the physical, but in the family emotions and rituals, it got critical
Impossible, couldn't believe what was hitting my optical/ trips to the hospital
Tired eyes, both of us, two bouts of new scars
Cigarettes in her blue mouth

And then the story stops, tuned out
They packed up real fast and just moved south
And the only thing i have left is a memory
So steadily sealed in a melody
She had a tendency to get lost

Come back, girl