I saw your picture and I don’t know where it stops You stand in the parkin’ lot kickin’ up rocks And I’m, I’m bein’ a general shrew Makin’ a face, givin’ in to Your sister never had another long year Your little brother had a terrible fear And I know you’re never comin’ back from the dead I saw your friends at your building and they all say, Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh We could all see it comin’ all along Nobody could get through And when they sent you back to Boston, Your best friend caught you steppin’ in Austin But it, it was nothing compared to this town I thought I caught ‘em underestimating everything I was exhausted from investigating every single Modicum of bitterness and nothing less than levitating Every day’s a dime a dozen Everyone’s a wolf’s (something) Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh We could all see it comin’ all along Nobody could get through And now you make it so hard on yourself You are the ghost of 18 I can never tell a loser the same thing Isn’t that what everybody knows I don’t know anybody else that could give up so much so fast (two undecipherable lines) They go, they go You always want to know if I hear where you go, But I don’t hear anything anymore Oh-a-oh, oh-a-oh