we went to the cape    the summer had passed    there were off-season rates       the smokestack we adored    sat and blew smoke    like never before       up into the atmosphere    where the sky is blue and clear    and every plane's a little stain    our wipers wiped away the acid rain       and when i came back it had wasted away    by it i mean most of the best part of day    i promised to quit if you promised to stay    you packed up your shit my life remained the same    the same...