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 yours that's still around  I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters  They'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