There's a cone in the river and a Safeway's trolley overturnednBy the pre-postmodern business centre someone forgot to burn downnThe town was where we met but it could all have been so differentnnWell I'd been here for ever - sixteen years that felt like morenAnd you'd think it was clever not to venture far from your front door round herenWait for the afterlife, sing up in church and drown out all the voices that say,nI'm ok and how d'you do and what was it I meant to do, well what are you supposed to do but give the kids something to do but hang aroundnnShe was there in the fun bar - no-one goes expecting funnDon't recall why I went there - no-one goes for just the one round herenThey put a brave face on, commiserate, reflect on their bad choices and say,nI'm ok and how d'you do and what was it I meant to do, well what are you supposed to do but give the kids something to do but hang around