A polaroid, a foolish grin
By the book what might have been
A pilot light, home alone
A radio, a telephone
Five stars, a flat tire
Paperback on a high wire
Are we ever alone?
Soul's a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul's a camera
Water's edge, thunderstorm
The Beach Boys with a French horn
Take a pledge, tell a joke
A broken string have a smoke
Deep breath, yellow light
Asleep now on the late flight
Are we ever alone?
Soul's a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul's a camera
Are we ever alone?
Soul's a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul's a camera
Are we ever alone?
Soul's a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul's a camera
Are we ever alone?
Soul's a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul's a camera
...
A ticket stub, a paperweight
A taxi ride, a roommate
Orange shirt, belly laugh
A ball boy, an autograph
