it's the way you always did those little things   that set me up and tore me down   when you raised hell in the Burger King   'cause they stopped making those   cardboard crowns      it's the way you look in these photographs   i can't bring myself to throw away   you're still a rush of color on the tilt-o-whirl   it's just the background that's turning gray      something i needed in that shot   something i need      girl i miss your crackerjack heart   and the fake tattoos that say 'Forever Yours'   i could tear this town apart   looking for a toy, but that's not the point   when all i'm after is a simple surprise      it's the way you taste like a storm   rolling in across the bed   the way you answer me with those eyes   speaking volumes about things unsaid   the way your dumbest joke finds a laugh   that's been welling in my darkest place   ever since i was an atom or a star   smiling like i had a face      just waiting for that stupid joke   waiting for you      the way you walk out of a room   and leave me wonderin' what i'm doing there   in the same way just one Northern-bound train   turned this whole damn town into nowhere      i'm a bit shy of lonesome   far cry from you