After This Song Ends...

Suddenly it seems we've been here before
Do you remember when we looked through your daddy's door?
There were cans on floor, there was smoke in the air
And on the love seat some other woman's underwear
You said with a smile, "He's at it again"
But I knew from your voice he was never your friend
So we walked holding hands, searching for ducks
But all we could find were hicks in their pickup trucks

Cindy it seems we are slowing down
Succumbed to the boredom of this boring town
It seems like everybody knows
Just where their story's supposed to go
A couple kids and then a dog, woof
A world of dreams in loveless arms, oof
And crazed they crawl towards a Christian casket

Saying Lord make me clean again
Won't you please, please, please, please
Make me clean again

You point to the stars and say it's make-believe
Done up by coke heads, crooks cooked on astrology
They tattoo an Om and say namaste
They pick up guitars a write songs that say
One day I'll be clean again
Lord please make me clean again
But I know we've been here all before
It's like you said when we looked through your daddy's door

And so I've come to see your point of view
The less we know the better we do
The less we can love the less we can lose
I know it's sad but I think that it's true