Source Decay

Once a week
I make the drive
Two hours east
To check the austin post office box
And I take the detour
Through our old neighborhood
See all the chevy impalas
In their front yards up on blocks
And I park in an alley
And I read through the post cards you continue to send
Where as indirectly as you can
You ask what I remember
I like these tortured deviced from my old best friend
Well I'll tell you what I know
Like I swore I always would
I don't think it will do you any good

I remember the train headed south out of bangkok
Down toward the water

I always get a late start
When the Sun's going down
And the traffic's filling out
And the glare is hard to take
I wish the west Texas highway was a mobius strip
I could ride it out for ever
When I feel my heart break
I almost swear I hear it happen
It's that clear and that hard
I come in off the highway and I park in my front yard
Fall out of the car
Like a hostage from a plane
Think of you awhile
Start wishing it would rain

And I remember the train heading south out of bangkok
Down, down towards, the water

Come in to the house
Put on a pot of coffee
Walk the floors a little while
Set your postcard on the table
With all the others like it
Start sorting threw the pile
Check the pictures
And the postmarks
And the captions
And the stamps
For a sign of any pattern at all
When I come up empty handed
The feeling almost overwhelms me
I let a few of my defenses fall
And I smile a bitter smile
It is not a pretty sight to see
I think about a railroad platform back in 1983

And I remember the train heading south out of Bangkok
Down, down towards, the water