There was a time when I remembered everything she said
Now I barely know it all
Perhaps it's my age, or the state that my mind's been in
It's so hard to tell these days
I recall a table, her cigarette held out the window
Blowing ashes on our clothes
I lost feeling in my hands, don't forget I want my records back
Stepping out of line in the supermarket check-out counter
Whatever happened to Paul Sand?
My Lord, these days are strange, I don't know who I am anymore
And why can I never find a pay phone?
With my luck, I've been kidnapped, make my escape
And get your answering machine
It's your turn to feed the meter
Are you paying close attention?
Made the bed and cut my hair today
Replaced the light above the sink
Drove myself to the grocery store
Made it back just in time for the fights
Here's the coat I made for Mrs. Brown
I met her son for the first time today
You would like him, he's a weatherman
He is tall just like you
Spent some time in Arizona
Newly divorced and starting over
