Last Of The Good Straight Girls

Once in a while in my living room

I look up at your face

The man in the hand-painted photograph

I know you from someplace



What comes so hard from history

Comes so easy to my pen



And I keep signing your name

While the world stays the same around you

I keep signing your name

Is that all that remains of us?



Year after year in the shrinking walls

Nothing to the exchange

Wood in the smiles at the holidays

And your kiss that fit me strange



What comes so hard from history

Comes so easy to my pen



And I keep signing your name

While the world stays the same around you

I keep signing your name

Is that all that remains of us?



You gave the truth to the lie, turned your eyes to the sky

Looked away when I looked your way

There's a myth in the air, it's too late to repair

But you look at me anyway



Now where the kiss and the smile would be

The distance lies instead

Nine hundred miles of what might have been

And a world of things much better left unsaid



And I keep signing your name

While the world stays the same around you

I keep signing your name

Is that all that remains of us?