Anna K.

Make a hole with a drill tangential to
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Showing the home of the one this was written for

My condo looks upside down from there
Water spirals the wrong way out the tub
And her voice is a backward record
It's like the whirlpool, and it never ends

Anna K. and I are getting old
And we still haven't talked of the glow
In each other's magnetic presence
Listen Anna, hear my words
The ones I would think you would say
If there was a you for me

All alone at the '65 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling small girl after all
Who was at the Monsanto pavilion
Why was the bench still cold, had she been there?

Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
And the horny force guy at the bus depot
And in back at the edge of hearing
These were the words that the voice was repeating

Anna K. and I are getting old
And we still haven't talked of the glow
In each other's magnetic presence
Listen Anna, hear my words
The ones I would think you would say
If there was a you for me

When I was walking once
I saw this painted on a sign
"I don't want the verse
I just want your quarters"

They don't need me here
And I know you're there
Where the world goes by
Like the humid air
And it sticks like a busted 8-track
Everything sticks like a busted 8-track
Everything sticks until it goes away
And the proof is we don't know anyway

Anna K. and I are getting old
And we still haven't talked of the glow
In each other's magnetic presence
Listen Anna, hear my words
The ones I would think you would say
If there was a you for me

Anna K. and I are getting old
And we still haven't talked of the glow
In each other's magnetic presence
Listen Anna, hear my words
The ones I would think you would say
If there was a you for me