Don't talk to ghosts.
I really did mean to listen to World/Inferno Friendship Society before now. I really did. But I got distracted and forgot. But I'm seeing them in concert on Friday, so I listen to Addicted to Bad Ideas and Red Eyed Soul like I'm cramming for a test. And oh man, they're pretty darn good. One song in particular grabbed me more than the others. And yes, it's a depressing song, but really good, which is why I'm posting the lyrics.
We will never run into one another on trains
There will be no chance meetings,
We'll miss each other by minutes.
The habits and parties which brought us together
avoided, grown over, and left.
We will never run into one another on trains.
I wrote you a note saying I was leaving and left.
It's all yours or mine now
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We will never run into one another on trains.
Don't talk to ghosts
Don't open the window for them
You don't slow your pace when you see them on the street
But if what they say about life after death being so sweet,
About how sweet, how sweet it is then missing you so...
I miss you so.
Looks like I'm losing my famous sense of humor
Older than I look, younger by far than I feel,
And I feel fine as wine, duty free,
Aged, clear, pure and concealed.
Miss, tell me your name and where I have been
And where we are, where are we now?
We will never run into one another on trains.
But if we do will I be dressed for the occasion?
This thought haunts me dressing or undressing mornings, it does.
Things that we play at are not us, I have not forgotten.
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We will never run into one another on trains.
We will never run into one another on trains.
Of course, I'm nothing if not a fan of subtext... I'm glad I moved to Chicago, but sometimes it feels like I moved out here and became a ghost, too. Like, I'm here missing where I came from, but the place I left has moved on. All I can do is haunt it in my mind.
We will never run into one another on trains
There will be no chance meetings,
We'll miss each other by minutes.
The habits and parties which brought us together
avoided, grown over, and left.
We will never run into one another on trains.
I wrote you a note saying I was leaving and left.
It's all yours or mine now
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We will never run into one another on trains.
Don't talk to ghosts
Don't open the window for them
You don't slow your pace when you see them on the street
But if what they say about life after death being so sweet,
About how sweet, how sweet it is then missing you so...
I miss you so.
Looks like I'm losing my famous sense of humor
Older than I look, younger by far than I feel,
And I feel fine as wine, duty free,
Aged, clear, pure and concealed.
Miss, tell me your name and where I have been
And where we are, where are we now?
We will never run into one another on trains.
But if we do will I be dressed for the occasion?
This thought haunts me dressing or undressing mornings, it does.
Things that we play at are not us, I have not forgotten.
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We might never meet again, you know-
It might just never happen.
We will never run into one another on trains.
We will never run into one another on trains.
Of course, I'm nothing if not a fan of subtext... I'm glad I moved to Chicago, but sometimes it feels like I moved out here and became a ghost, too. Like, I'm here missing where I came from, but the place I left has moved on. All I can do is haunt it in my mind.