Lived my life inside a fuse box   Put my doubts up on the stage   Stored our secrets in the basement   A mason jar of jealousy and rage       All this dust it will destroy you   The photographs they make it hard for you to breathe   Throw your pennies to the mice and   Lock the door tight when you leave       I’ve been thinking you should settle down   Send a postcard when you do   I’ll let the angels know you’ll be around   Just in case they manage to get through   And they ask for you       Your piano is on fire, dear   It’s always one last cigarette   Rest a spell and sit for me here   And I will trace your silhouette       The moment to decide is drawing nearer   Sometime between this stoplight and the next one   Happiness lives in your rearview mirror   But you’re blinded by the setting sun