Bartholemew bring me a fork   There's a minstrel parade on tv   Let the lights glow, an excellent reason   To stay home tonight      Oh the old men wave their canes   They have yesterday's brains   And their worlds stop turning on sundays   The young lives are clipped    And smudged on the rocks   Distorted and forgotten      Quietly she enters the room   But we can't talk, we can not be seen   Returning her new pair of jeans   Just to stay home tonight      Oh the mirror always shows   There's a stranger in my clothes   Standing on the third rail   Lost at sea    searching for me   And we don't know how to sail      So if you go to guitar store   You will see me again   Holding the door   It's an excellent night to sleep on the floor   If you stay home tonight      Oh i saw you before   In the guitar store   I was lonely, lazy and useless   And Bartholemew moans    To the counterfeit clones   When he feels like he's not a human