Anacortes

Whispering the figure eights that you skate so well

Summer up in Anacortes and it's cold as hell

Should have left town on the eight fifteen

Instead of hanging 'round in the in between

Trying too hard not to make a scene

As we tell each other things that we just don't mean

Call you up for conversation, not to hear you breathe

Sedentary variations of the same tired scenes

Should have left town on the six o two

Instead of hanging 'round with the you-know-who

Find another town, you can get one too

As we tell each other things, make your blood run blue

But I don't have anything I can say that you don't already know

And I don't have anyplace else that I feel I can comfortably go

So please, close your eyes

And please, say goodnight

And stay here if you want to, but I'm taking myself home

Please, let me go

Falling out of convocation on the see-through sea

Hanging 'round the central station, but the ship won't leave

Should have left town on my one good track

Instead of hanging 'round with my bags all packed

Telling all my friends that it stayed intact

As we tear it up again and it grows right back

But I don't have anything I can say that you don't already know

And I don't have anyplace else that I feel I can comfortably go

So please, close your eyes

And please, say goodnight

And stay here if you want to, but I'm taking myself home

Please, let me go