Why do men get naked when the sun comes out?
As if to say, "Oh darling, I hunted for you half a box of piss-warm beer"
Well I'm blown away
Blown back into yesterday
Before you were here
There I like to remember the boys of my youth
Painted by the years in whatever colours I choose
Today they're all thinkers
Witty and pretty and young
They don't look like you look
All drunk and burnt in the sun
Why do men grow foolish, or is it just that they don't grow?
In remembering I'm forgetting so much I used to know
None of us were right
Most of them were wrong
It was ever so
It was ever so
Now my thoughts subside and the evening draws us in
I've said so many unkind words to you
That the heat made me think that I mean
You're accustomed to forgiving me
And I'm good at making do
Remembering boys that never existed
And pretending to listen to you
Why do men get naked when the sun comes out?
As if to say, "Oh darling, I'm providing everything you'd ever need"
That's not the point
No one ever does
And if there ever had been anyone
It wouldn't have been us