There'd been a good rinsing so I was clearing the air
“Put away all the note books and post cards and photographs
And never look at them again!”
I expect I'll never look at them again
The scene was lit, the camera followed up the lead
Then the cut to the adverts had me thinking
“Never look at them again”
I believe I'll never look at them again
From the sofa this still looks like somewhere that I'd know
But the photo of St. Louis' you shot long ago
I'd had the book thrown at me & I was banged to rights
All the beads on every rosary couldn't count the prayers
I swore I'd never say again
But the microwaves were firing and I'd got a decent seat
So I ordered every solace they were offering
Just in case I needed them again
Then I'd know where to go again
From the inside all the furniture was rearranged just so
Those ‘Hail Marias' at St. Louis' seem so long ago
And the steam machine whistles the last tune of the day
Did I hear you right when you say “that's where the metaphor ends”?
From the outside this still looks like somewhere that I'd know
But the waitress of St. Louis' left here long ago
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