At The National Show

At The National Show A cloudless summer day Got off the wrong stop on the train Before the low-hanging night Was engulfed by rain I was walking through the park And the show decided to start Heard the man singing about soul And I moved nearer to take part Had ventured out solo Instead of staying home A few of my recent dates Were like talking to a stone I swear I felt you there And in my memory I see your hair Hanging off the back of a black raincoat You always say you’d never wear Isn’t it funny? How we almost met before we met That was a world ago At The National show I was so goddamn tired of being alone Aimless empire nights Patrolling shadows beneath the lights Staring into some tinted window Set at an unreachable height I emailed gibberish to my professors Because I was nobody’s successor I just couldn’t bridge that distance between Anonymous and successful It was like I could disappear Without having any there to get back here There was only rock and roll baseball To treat my lancing fear Chorus Strolling with soggy shoes Following the mid-set monsoon I was thinking about The Land of Oz And destined for my quiet bedroom It was only four more months Until I’d feel your touch Previously my love life had been like An album release where nobody comes It was first the sound of your voice Inviting me into a choice The tone was like smoky cinnamon Incinerating every other noise I’d torn up a lottery ticket Over someone’s rude opinion I’d rather the dignity of a nobody Instead of being a paid minion Chorus