Sometimes a song, sometimes silence

Sometimes a friend gives me a little guidance

Mark’s got nothing but garbage movies

So I drive out to see you in Jersey

You asked if I’d been crying lately

I said “how can you tell?”

You said “I’m clairvoyant, baby”

We walked to the park, as far as the station

Now we’re walking back

With a few more realizations

I’m still scanning the path, searching for clues

Something to substantiate our passing through

I’m probably still gonna wallow

As I’m crossing the Whit

How come we never happened?

How come life was a bitch?

Are you coming for me, morning?

I don’t know if I can face you

But others have before me, so maybe I can too

You asked if I’d been crying lately

I said “how can you tell?”

You said “I’m clairvoyant, baby”

It’s kind of scary how you know

What’s going on in my world

But you help me to see my life

You set one hell of an example

How do you always seem to know

The details of my world?

That’s beyond me, but shoot, I’m grateful