Super 8mm -

snow is falling it’s melting in your hair standing out in the cold neon air the

bartender is dragging the trash out to the curb button yoru coat no place left

but home saint cecilia is crying at a richmond dive

I want you to find me

I think I’ve been missing for a while

here comes that band that was drinking in the parking lot tell me what it says

on the gold charm around your neck now you’re in slow motion now you’re

breaking up now i am like a shakey hand held camera saint cecilia is crying at

a downtown dive i want you to find me

think i’ve been missing for a while

the girl who works here is crying in the bathroom

I tried to stop you but you got into a place you could not explain to anyone my

rose my dove my mexican girl tell me that joke again till everyone else goes

away

jam box on the dashboard playing the Pretenders

Now I am like a blown out hand held super 8 this old town is for dry cleaners

and violinists and street sweepers and dreamers like us saint cecilia is crying

at a richmond dive i want to find me

I think I’ve been missing for a while

I tried to stop but you got into a cab and away into the night my rose my dove