|So the chemistry's set,
|and I'm not the saddest cheerleader
|to forget the American word.
|For the gang in the head
|that dwindles 'til no members when
|The mystery's met,
|the sky looks threatened
|heading home in the dust,
|singing 'Life Is Forgettin',
|good enough for the frivilous.
|There's one thing I remember is
|this tear on your bare shoulder,
|this little silver boulder,
|this slowly falling star.
|We're rolling, so what?
|Never getting older where the moon-shocked curtains part.
|The start of enough,
|a tear dropped in a vaccination scar.
|I'll tell ya if I'm able, that is,
|I'll tell ya like it is.
|He went down like a bad card table, like
|the Tacoma Narrows Bridge,
|like the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.
|Swimming on a bit,
|"stop, you're treading water" as the sun assimilated the words.
|For lighthouse fire
|burning down to ember's end.
|The mystery met
|sky just reddened,
|heading home under dusk.
|Is life just forgettin' another word for frivilous?
|Little silver boulder, silence from Mars.
|For the heart of enough
|or a teardrop in a Vaccination Scar.
|Wherever you are, scar