It was August. Summer of `82.
You had that rusty old car
And me I had nothing better to do.
You picked me up. We hit the road. Baby me and you.
We shot out of town drivin` fast and hard.
Leaving our greasy skid marks in people`s back yards.
We were goin` nowhere. Just driving around.
We were goin` in circles. And me I was just hanging on.
Like in that Annie Dillard book
Where she sees that eagle with the skull of a weasel
Hanging from its neck
And here`s how it happened, listen.
Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back.
They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin` on.
Together forever.
We were goin` nowhere. Just driving around.
You did all the talking and me I didn`t make a sound
If I open my mouth now I`ll fall to the ground
If I could open my mouth. There`s so much I would say.
Like I can never be honest. Like I`m in it for the thrill.
Like I never loved anyone. And I never will.
Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back.
They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin` on.
Together forever.
I remember that old coat my grandma used to wear
Made of weasels biting each other`s tails
A vicious circle. An endless ride.
On the back of an old woman.
Eagle bites the weasel. Weasel bites back.
They fly up to nowhere. Weasel keeps hangin` on.
Together forever.
And me? I`m goin` in circles. I`m circling around.
And if I open my mouth now I`ll fall to the ground.
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