Something about a parking garage with a Ukranian. Also closeted trans. Also lyrics are from my notebooks, live versions probably vary greatly.
lyrics
She's waiting
On the curb.
Stands tall and defiantly
Pockets and hoods.
We'll meet you
halfway there
One week
from the day
after
tomorrow
What do you say?
Everything's five years;
Everything's five years;
five years too fucking late.
Rooftop views; air conditioning units
Hip flasks and hiding fast
Never ask about accents
It's a pointless parenthetical
An afterthought with a
bitter taste
Always take the stairs
Too much uncertainty
In elevators
Yeah
In elevators
Stand tall and defiantly
Pockets and hoods.
"It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I did not know what I was doing in New York"