"You might have forgotten what it feels like
Well, I'll remember you, I'll remember"
Conversation, a footstep a floor up or floor down
Or down in the foyer mumbling, mumbling
Only the neighbors can hear the ringing
Of an unanswered telephone
He slouches solo
In his apartment before the TV
She boards the bus
Outside Chicago
There's nothing but a chicken bone
Poor on television
Chicken bone
Poor on television
She counts up six stories and over three windows
Turns to the street to end or begin
Defrocked celebrities, dinner and a movie
No more new Jesus'
I'm corrupt, I won't shut up, I've been over and over
This story is older than both of us and
I'm not forgiven, I won't ask for it
"Dear most sincerely forever truly yours"
He slouches solo
In his apartment before the TV
She boards the bus
Outside Chicago
There's nothing but a chicken bone
Poor on television
There's nothing but a chicken bone
Poor on television