He was a high school graduate
Booking a club on an empty street.
She was a drop out MFA, grass-brown hair
And stockings on her feet.
It was hard not to feel like the rock that he'd been pushing
Started rolling downhill waking up 6 days in a row
And talking with a woman he wanted to know.
There were kids down on the corner standing for an hour.
He'd never thought a minute for what they talked about,
But he saw a thing or two with her
And the things of this world came alive where they were.
So he walked down for a minute listened to their story,
Watched them getting in it, boring boring boring
When he crawled off to say that's it,
He crawled off with her and learned to forget.
Oh heavenly day.
They're going to meet up at half past three.
He's going to skip out of work
Eat breakfast in his old grand prix.
Well he'd spent so much time
Like a man all alone in the minute of his prime,
Barely knew what to do
With the math of a woman making one out of two.
There's was TV in the corner hour after hour
Never cared a minute for what they talked about
But he saw a thing or two with her
And the whole wide world started calling him 'sir.'
He was turning up the volume, listening to the story
Twenty people calling, boring boring boring
When he crawled off to say that's it,
He crawled off with her and learned to forget.
He knew himself oh he knew himself a bit
He said when this starts going uphill
When it starts, I'll probably forget
What it's like spending time
With a power plant running up the nerve of my spine.
It loses edge like softening chalk.
Let me learn it like an infant crawling off to walk.
Where there's kids down on the corner hour over hour
Never stood a minute for what they talk about
But I see a thing or two with you
And the whole wide world seems worth looking into
If we walk down for a minute listen to their story
Watch them getting in it
Boring boring boring
And we crawl off to say that's it
Let me crawl off with you and learn to forget.