Airstreamer, playing cards
Drinking whiskey, living large
On summer break
While the Talking Heads are playing low
While we think about girls from back home
And how we love them
Now skip ahead to ‘99, New York City
Blind on wine and on my own
I don’t remember what you said
But I remember how you said it
It broke my heart
We’re all going to the same place
He just beat us there, that’s all
We’re all going to this other place
Where nothing escapes from
But you don’t have to be scared of it anymore
The way you feel, I know it
I was there some time ago
Nothing you hear will help you
You just have to learn how to save yourself
How to save yourself from a distant love
