Lyrics

In August I went out to the country for resting There was a family of swallows in the barn there nesting I saw the little ones and their feathers were greasy I pictured their life and I thought it was easy I said, "These guys just have to sit there and squeak And their mother comes back with insects in her beak to feed them" You said, "Man Swallows migrate and it is amazing They fly from Alaska to Argentina with their little wings" And I said, "I have never heard of such a journey And someone knows better than me Someone knows better than me" And then we were in Stockholm and it was beautiful in July And the day after this famous Swedish director Ingmar Bergman died All the national papers had some special issues With beautiful pictures and interesting interviews I figured it was unlikely that they would gather all this stuff overnight They must have needed much more time than this to write And it felt rancid And you said, "David David, don't you know about obituaries? They keep them at hand for the death of celebrities" And I said, "I will never get used to how twisted the news can be But someone knows better than me Someone knows better than me" And then I remembered one month of June in Coney Island When I was hiding a bottle of beer in the sand It was too late for the rides and it was too late for the Cyclone Then I didn't have a girlfriend but I didn't feel alone I didn't need anyone to watch the sunset or maybe my brother And now every time the sun goes down I hope we will be together Kissing Baby, listen Baby, I don't want to be without you It would make me so mad, I wouldn't know what to do I was blind but now I can see But someone knows better than me Someone knows better than me Someone knows better than me