She’s down in the basement with her new best friend
a skinny kid from the suburbs with an uptown name
four clumsy chords, then it fades away
I’m stuck at the table but out of the game
I like the way she just sings for the sake of the song
places the awkward phrases where they belong
somehow, she knows
from where I sit I can barely hear them talk
their voices sneak up through the pipes in the walls
I hear the vowels of my name, like from another world
and a song I used to sing when she was a little girl
it sounds so much better than the one I wrote
when I rented a room in the tower of song
all those years ago
when she used to trust me to help her out
now she trusts someone on the upper floors
I’m the house but there are distant lands
So, I don’t make no claims, she’s got the upper hand
sixteen years under my wing
soon my advice won’t be more than my take on things
and I have been worried for way too long
I'm tired of worrying on my own
I leave the record on
she might ask for money
she might ask for a ride
but she’s not going to disappear and die
she’ll be alright
