There was a time when I remembered everything she said
Now I barely know at all
Perhaps it’s my age or the state that my mind’s been in
It’s so hard to tell these days
I recall a table, her cigarette held out the window
Blowing ashes on our clothes
I lost feeling in my hands
“Don’t forget I want my records back...”

Stepping out of line at the supermarket checkout counter
“Whatever happened to Paul Sand?”
“My lord thesе days are strange, I don’t know who I am anymore” “And why can I nеver find a pay phone?”
“With my luck, I’d be kidnapped, make my escape, and get your answering machine”

“It’s your turn to feed the meter”
“Are you paying close attention?”

Made the bed, and cut my hair today
Replaced the light above the sink
Drove myself to the grocery store
Made it back just in time for the fights

“Here’s the coat I made for Mrs Brown"
"I met her son for the first time today"
"You would like him, he’s a weatherman"
"He is tall just like you
Spent some time in Arizona
Newly divorced and starting over”