she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue   and she locked the car and slipped past   into rhythmic quietude   lights burning   voice dry and hoarse   i threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth   the chimes fell over each other   i fell onto my knees   the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased   a sick shouting like you hear at the fairground   now i'm picking up to put away anything of your's that's still around   i don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters   it'll make a whisper out of you    she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue   the fairground's lit   a drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through   got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth   looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach   i can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake   to take a little nap while the road is straight   i wish that car had never been discovered    they took away the bottle and the hat he was under   that's the one thing that he could never do   and it'll make a whisper out of you   she took the oldsmobile out past condor avenue   cops were running around the scene   looking for some kind of clue   they never get uptight when a moth gets crushed   unless a light bulb really loved him very much   i'm lying down   blowing smoke from my cigarette    little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get   you're in your oldsmobile driving by the moon   headlights burning bright ahead of you   and someone's burning out, out on condor avenue   trying to make a whisper out of you   what a shitty thing to say   did you really mean it?   you never said a word to me about what passed between us   so now i'm leaving you alone   you can do whatever the hell you want to   na, na, na, na, na, na.