You're a
smooth talker
With eyes
like lightning
And the radio
I sing like
our mother
Put away
the hairbrush
and maybe something
you don't know
I read it
in the tabloids
the trust
the thunderstorm
You're an
escape artist
And the
bathroom mirror
And the
autograph seekers
You've imagined
outside the door
Yes
we love a statement
Is it true
you're not say
in your room
From the light out
in the basement
we knew
That there be
trouble coming soon
Intuition
Mathematics
Invisible audience
Ten hit records
Listen through
your tin can
as the road
cuts circulation
To your tune
I fashion myself
after you
from my suicide
electric puzzle
The greatest songs
I'll never hear
from a band
You started
in your mind
Leave us hanging
on your legend
as you exit
Through the
tape recorder
Reel to reel
Reel to reel
Reel to reel