Margaritas on the Lawn

If your photographs aren't good enough
You're not close enough
If the words aren't the ones that they said
They'll never be enough

You used to call it your reason, your inspiration
That Capa hanging over your bed
Go ask that woman when they shaved her head
About dignity and being bad

They always made you smile with their guile
But you never thought you'd be one of them
All those tricks, supercilious pricks
Now you, don't even trust your own friends

Oh
How did you get so cold inside
Oh
When did you get so lost, so tired

Did you see yourself there on the lawn
Sipping margaritas with Bob and Carl
While the Post beat a path to the door
Of the last Englishman out of Vietnam

Now you make up words they never said
But you knew they would if they'd thought of them
Next day they're lying there on the page
And you can hardly hide your disappointment

Oh
How did you get so cold inside
Oh
When did you get so lost, so tired

If your photographs aren't good enough
You're not close enough