I dance alone on 17th street
Just treading wood to stay afloat
Leagues of unknown wait underneath me
Until the day you come home

I hold my hand up like a prophet
A rented room on rented time
Rehearse every step like it's gospel
For when you're back by my side

And Grandma Alice gave me
A tape pulled from the 80's
With your new given name on its spine

I'll brave New England weather
The last stop in New Bedford
Until a Volvo stops for me

Prehistoric pet on the freeway
65 or older, high speed train
Vision's blurred, world markets grim
But I'll be your blur if you'll be mine, you in?

If I lose my footing over the Black Sea,
Will you fall in with me?
And if I can't find my way out of Yosemite,
Will you stay there with me?

All the way from North Carolina
Interstate sole cardboard survivor
Reused, reduced and abused
But I still have life in my veins for you

If I'm held by Landvetter customs agents,
Will you come rescue me?
And if I'm locked down under constant survelliance,
Will you stay there with me?

Drive, just drive
Til three hours past noon, it's our half-day honeymoon, just drive
Half of 13 in June, it's our half-day honeymoon

Soon I'll be southbound
One ticket and two vows
A road sign: it's how it should be

Have you seen my girl?
I'm a diving board buoy without her
No ID, no collar
I'm a dog on a table without her

Have you seen my girl?
I'll wear anything for her
Change my name if she prefers
Have you seen my girl?

I'd have torched Berkeley Inn
If I'd known that it would keep you beside me
I'd have moved to Sweden
If I'd known that it would make you marry me

Have you seen my girl?
About here, I think 5'9"
I checked her sister's, but no sign
Have you seen my girl?

The kids are wearing suits on Gilman
Troops of baby blue in the stillness
They all wait for His return
While at home I wait for hers
On this lonesome, lonesome Sunday

Joanna's silhouette in the window
A mirror on a one bedroom home
I only see her when it's dark
Like the ghosts around these parts
They only haunt on lonesome Sunday

Lonesome Sunday, you keep coming back for me
But there is no way you'll get me to admit defeat
'Cause I know one day, I'll hear her footsteps at the door
To wake me from my lonesome Sunday

I woke up on a plane on Friday
On Old County Road where her Dad gave
His second daughter as my wife
We drove up I-95
Up to my first lonesome Sunday

The trembling makes me dream I'm with her
Silent 3.5 on the Richter
Where's my pillow, where's my rest?
Jersey Turnpike, lay my head
Sing me to sleep on lonesome Sunday

A week of mail to be local
They come and they go, you still in?
Twelve ways that our Father's vocal
Mot, prot, takk i si mikin

The birch trees are all looking worried
Swim far, swim far and between
Suburban seagulls scattered scurrying
Go, hide! Go, yellow, blue team!

A hop and a jump, apple all around
Coffee for the guests, baklava not to be found
"Do you make lace?" "My mum, mamma, ma"
"Simple, out of place?" "Warm hug," Halida.

Take off all your shoes, down on the floor
Make a church movie, a hobby for the poor

All the flowershops went floating
Released to second commander
Three months of the year green gloating
Trotting through rocks with grandeur

Three hundred windows, a dozen some huts
High brow mosquitos, a home: swedish Dutch
"Do you make lace?" "My mum, mamma, ma"
"Simple, out of place?" "Warm hug," Halida.

500 BPM, I can make a home in an ATM
But you're on the run again
Just me and Andrew Jackson
Living out our lives on security cam
But you're on the run again

Jump the equator, then
Double-dutch with the prime meridian
'Cause you're on the run again
Last seen in Bogota
Your passport was dressed in polka dots
'Cause you're on the run again

She took my suitcase and she took my heart
Drove up the coast in her father's car
All I remember is I wouldn't kiss her goodbye

I clean her bike just to pass the time
Set her alarm when I'm setting mine
And talk a walk? Oh God forbid I should try

On Sweet Solano, sweet Solano

The house shakes and her voice is gone
Tonight I sleep with the light still on
Do you remember that I wouldn't kiss you goodbye?

June, July, please be good to me
Sweet Solano, keep me company
She took my suitcase and she took my heart from me

I can't decide, NTSC
We fought about it three times, A or B
Just check me in, smuggle me overseas

We'll brave oomlauts, Nordic seas
Won't let the government find our TV's
We'll give ourselves new names for Nordea

What time is it now in Sweden?
When's the sunrise in Gothenburg?
What time is it now?

September, give me your 30 days
You won't be missed, so promptly vacate
You bring shame to the family name

We'll optimize and make a home
A pair of trailing spouses, whoa
We'll navigate the Atlantic by our SWIFT codes

Keep your hands off of the bene fruit in Venice
Take a step back, they're too delicate, you menace
Said the fig admininistra
Your hand's looking sinistra

Oh me oh my, oh me oh my
It's trash day in Venice

The boats were fast back in the 60's
The waves were too much for YWCA Trixie
Buckling broncos, while collapsing basements achoo'd
Were plowing through