Condor Avenue

Lyrics

She took the Oakdale ridge long past Condor Avenue She locked the car and slid past into rhythmic quietude He's coming, let me get to the porch The wind threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth Chimes fall over each other like wartime amputees The sound of the wheels burn down our hands and up our sleeves Cotton candy, lost my shirt here at the fairgrounds Every morning back to work, love on the rebound I don't know, I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters And it'll make the poor girl out of you She took the Oakdale ridge long past Condor Avenue The fairground's lit, a dead man sits, he's been looking at you He tips his hat, under that his skull is rotten [?] The Mexican bottle broke once and it sits in the sand of the beach I can't think of what's been keeping the small boy, he is stranger lately [?] He's a white lie now and they're trying to guess his weight The bearded lady dresses him, now that's his mother Maybe one day he may find another And see how the sun beats down on the construction men in blue They'll make the poor girl out of you She took the Oakdale ridge long past Condor Avenue A street cleaner rolls down the block, it's tossed in the sweat and dew They say that you should never lose your mind when a moth gets crushed Because a light bulb would only love it half as much You thought I was dead but I'm the ancient lover who's never left I live in your camera but I sleep in your bed You used to play the piano like you had your arms around the moon And I slept in your old room last night and had a few Someone's throwing bricks out past Condor Avenue And it'll make the poor girl out of you "What a strange boy," she thinks, "he is so serious," He doesn't say a word to me, it's all between us He sleeps alone and eats alone, and in the morning they will take him Na, nananana na