Are you there? Did patience wane?
Did you fall asleep to your four-track recording of rain?
Do you feel tame? Do you feel insane?
Is there anyone in the audience currently living in vain?

Hard times, old ways
Takes up a lot of time, hard times
Uses up whole days
All those actresses
Leasing compact cars
Boiling water at four in the morning
In the outfield of Elysian Park

Gone too soon
To the Void Saloon
All night, lighting wet cigarettes
In a dog-breath room

Rough lovers in deserted hallways
Crazed with unbuttoning
Everything must go, button-wise
Fumbling with keys to the door
On the 94th floor
Knees buckling in the threshold
The world, open wide, open wide

And we just shiver on the counter
'Cause we're both already there
Why don't you go put a record on?
Why don't you sing me a little song?

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah