You're a smooth talker
With eyes like lightning
And the radio women
All sing like our mother

Put away the hairbrush
You may be onto something you don’t know
I read it in the tabloids
At a truck stop in a thunderstorm

You're an escape artist
In the bathroom mirror
And the autograph seekers
You've imagined outside the door

“Yes, we’d love a statement
Is it true you’re now escaping your room?”
From the light out in the basement
We knew that there'd be trouble coming soon

Intuition
Mathematics
Invisible audience
Ten hit records

Listen through your tin can as the rope cuts circulation to your tune
I fashion myself after you from my suicide that left them puzzled
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