down at the truck stop where angel works   serving the bean god to flannel jerks   she's home to her couch ridden heavyweight champ   he kisses his wife with aluminum bats   princess of waitresses left there to hide   under a portrait of Jesus' eyes   two holy eyes they hang from the wall   two holy eyes still nobody saw      days go by, here in the fan I'm fine   falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies      crouched in a hallway made safe by the screen   covering vowels up with Vogue magazine   I touched her hand, asked for her name   smiled through a tear drop, she said ashamed   and every day since the bells chime regret   a fool at the counter, worshipping checks   parades catch on fire, we're all born   twenty years later the blanket is torn      days go by, here in the fan I'm fine   falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies      now we're back at my vigil on route 43   they'll be NO MORE DREAMS   scream at the black birds and Auld Lang Syne   he broke the necklace of Ana Ng      days go by, here in the fan I'm fine   falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies   days go by, here in the fan I'm fine   falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies   landing on lies, landing on lies, landing on lies