I'm back can't find no pulse
On my old street
And eyes only meet mine
For a second
Bad impression
I didn't write or call
But I used to be worth waiting for
Someone to choose a good excuse
But not anymore
In the afternoon rain
Recycling strength and names
The gulls are quiet today
Assembling past mistakes
The gulls are quiet today
Assembling past mistakes
I was lost I felt caught
Stayed indoors counting hailstorms
Stepped back
Down reduced from friend to acquaintance
Summoned up in one short sentence
Failed and bitter
In the afternoon rain
My heart's a trial, a boring revival
Getting thankfully wasted again
In the afternoon rain
Getting thankfully wasted again
In the afternoon rain
In the afternoon rain
Recycling strength and names
The gulls are quiet today
Assembling past mistakes
Getting thankfully wasted again
In the afternoon rain
