Someone Knows Better Than Me

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