The incident in Amherst has now left me feeling drained
Instead of going nowhere we're just going down again
We could fill the swimming pools with all tomorrow's tears
Drain them all in winter and then watch the cracks appear
It wasn't in the books we read; it wasn't in the films
It wasn't anywhere we looked, but I am looking still
Now we're just anesthetized as we watch days go by
Annie cuts holes in herself to watch her body cry
So pick me up tomorrow and I'll sleep some while you drive
Think about some other place, then wake when we arrive
We arrive...
