Day Glo Lyrics

day glo, chrome windows
shapes in the clouds
the hungry fish for miles around
upstream jumping out of the water
gills in the air
i've got many people to thank
but i can't write letters
i can't write letters
my friends on the edge of the old grave yard
they sit on the old grey porch
and watch foxes play
a jug of wine
the kind of wine that you don't mind spilling
that you don't mind spilling

well, i fill out the forms and i make my death come slowly
one at a time, some kind of record unrolling
best begin sometime, she said
but you can't start until you're ready
yet

i seem to be controlled,
somehow pulled
by fingernails and eyelashes
and other insentient parts
we talk about dreams a lot
she reads her fortunes out loud
i think it's funny and i go stay with her
and i go stay with her
and i don't mind dying
when i make love to her
under a wall of sound
a riverbed of clay
the distance between us stays
close but not close
far but not too far away

close but not close
far but not too far away