From the recording Winter's Out
Lyrics
An old record without a sleeve,
Scratched and dirty, soaked with beer
Pops and hisses like softwood on a fire
But it makes me feel alive
Track three makes me think of you,
Soft hair and pale eyes of blue,
Matches stitches on your summer dress,
Tangles me in warm redress
I remember when we danced,
In the light of the yard sale lamps
Out there on the lawn,
Beneath a sky of stars,
Our innocence off guard, or at least discharged
At the party by the lake,
You promised you'd never break
But you folded like a chair
Once the lure of new love appeared
Now we're running through the mire,
Imaginations like a forest fire
Out there in the dark,
Our torches without spark,
At least discharged
Now, I watch that record spin
Shutter up those cruel thoughts within
And I let the feeling die
Just like every other time
I remember when we danced,
In the light of the yard sale lamps
Out there on the lawn,
Beneath a sky of stars,
Our innocence off guard, or at least discharged