she went to italy, i guess; i hadn't recovered yet
march, april, may, june, july
well it seemed like a long time at the time
so you went to santa fe, and i spent the nights
pretending to try to forget
& waiting for one of you to come back & want me
a blissfully tormented wreck
and then she came back & started to act
like nothing had happened - but all of it happened
yeah i had it all wrote down & sung & recorded
& scathingly reported in my faltering voice
& overproduction & all
my beautiful fall - my beautiful fall
september's unusually warm & there's a new girl on my arm
remember the sun in your hair? well, it was there
so you crossed the border & i'm on the rebound
& she's still around but it's after the end
& i kinda caved in & you kinda went for it
& if she liked me so much as a friend
then where did she go when she first heard
my first song about you?
where did she get to?
how is she doing? how does she look?
how long is her hair? & did she ever care?
& why do i doubt that she cared??
what was her strategy? i never figured her out
and does she ever think of me? well that i doubt
some fights can't be won
i used to hold you like a gun
and blame my aim on the sun, or lack thereof
how long is your hair? are you somebody new?
if i saw you in the starlight, would i know it was you?
does anyone know anything, anytime, or are we all just pretending?
pick me up - don't leave me here
together we can make magic, or at least make it disappear
what was your strategy? i'll never never ever ever know
and do you ever wonder where all that old garbage goes?
some fights can't be won
i used to hold you like a gun
and blame my aim on the sun - and blame my aim on the sun
and blame my aim on the sun, or lack thereof!