Nirvana - Squeeze

The children had all left home

The house was like a ship without a sail

They headed for the sunset

Where maybe they would find a holy grail

The bedrooms were all rigged up

The posters of my Marc Bolan — were ripped away

Each day was blessed with freedom

As they would try to find something to say

She kept a little journal

He scanned them out to see

If they could find Nirvana

And where that place might be

She had lots of things to do

They kept the plastic covers on the chairs

It drove him around the twist

They both were wondering what they might have missed.

He quibbled with ambition

She fell into a rut

They sat and read the papers

In sequence they would touch

The creeping realization

Like a punch in the gut

Each day like the one before

The dreams evaporated

As the weeks and months turned into years

The queasy feeling that they wanted more

He said his word was final

She heard him slam the door

Anytime she would pipe up

He heard it all before

Although they blame each other

Really they knew the score

They were in this together

Like children holding back tears

They’ve come so far to end up

With nothing down the years