Condor Ave - Elliott Smith

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue

And she locked the car and slipped past

Into rhythmic quietude

Lights burning

Voice dry and hoarse

I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth

The chimes fell over each other

I fell onto my knees

The sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased

A sick shouting like you hear at the fairground

Now I’m picking up to put away anything of yours that’s still around

I don’t know what to do with your clothes or your letters

It’ll make a whisper out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue

The fairground’s lit

A drunk man sits by the gate she’s driving through

Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth

Looks like he’s buried in the sand at the beach

I can’t think about you driving off to leave barely awake

To take a little nap while the road is straight

I wish that car had never been discovered

They took away the bottle and the hat he was under

That’s the one thing that he could never do

And it’ll make a whisper out of you

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue

Cops were running around the scene

Looking for some kind of clue

They never get uptight when a moth gets crushed

Unless a light bulb really loved him very much

I’m lying down

Blowing smoke from my cigarette

Little whisper smoke signs that you’ll never get

You’re in your oldsmobile driving by the moon

Headlights burning bright ahead of you

And someone’s burning out, out on condor avenue

Trying to make a whisper out of you

What a shitty thing to say

Did you really mean it?

You never said a word to me about what passed between us

So now I’m leaving you alone

You can do whatever the hell you want to