Lyrics

I was on the corner phone to someone I'd known About the only things that seemed important Two corners of my life, this locked up empty night And a gar skull I found on a beach in Texas I praised the strength of men caught in the moment when Deciding to forgive themselves their failures Like this night of broken things, this song I tried to sing The ashtray, and the piano lady's daughter And someone in the phone knew everything I'd ever known Hummed soundtracks to dreams I had forgotten Things that we didn't have right; we argued half the night Knowing we could not come any closer I loved the telephone, talked to the dial tone While people on the sidewalk hurried by me