The Last Dog and Pony Show
Album - 24 agosto 1998 - Debaser id 12764

Look through the classifieds, maybe I'll find a friend who cares
(Decent and true, but my interests are few)
How would I reply? Start with "I've never done this before"

And all the chains that bind, you might find they're just threads that float around
It's fun to fantasize through someone else's eyes

Every week, I read the advertisements from start to end
(Stable, mature, but a little unsure)
What I am I looking for? #340's in here again

Like the characters portrayed in a play no one ever stops to read
I have to say that this all seems strange to me
It's not that different from my life
Condense it down into five lines
Now I know the reason why these ads all look alike

How can anyone describe who they are in a page or less?
(Desperately looking for someone, I guess)
But when the morning comes, both of you will be scratching your heads

In the aftermath, head to the bathroom to straighten up and then
You realize you forgot your toothbrush again

And what you saw in those five lines:
Did it materialize?
Now you know the reason why that one's in there every time

Look through the classifieds
Who's in the classifieds?
I'm through with the classifieds

Kept my heart locked away / Kept it far away from me
Found a place by the river where nobody goes
Buried far beneath the levee

Places where I used to go / When it rained, my heart went deeper
Deep blue underneath the sea / Washed away for no one to see

I don't have the feelings I'm supposed to know
I don't get the feeling that you understand
Only get the feeling that you're feeling sorry for me
That's never been the point of what i've said

Never really knew what love was / Mixed it up with other thoughts
Growing up alone doesn't help one sort it out
Even when you're here, you're not

Never learned to trust another person
Never knew a person who could understand my words
Why I chose to share them, I will never know, but knowing
No one took the time to understand

Do I want forgiveness, or the thrill of maybe knowing
I could change direction, never caring where I'm going
Sometimes all the time it takes to make your destination
Isn't charted out as clearly as it seems

Now the smell of vaporub comes over me
All the shame of weakness builds again
Rules and expectations I can't follow any more
I became the person that I am

Wouldn't want to make you think you haven't found a way to me
It's only that it's not as simple as it seems to be

I stumble through this godforsaken
Uncertain of the path I'm taking
But along the way, I make a smile
I hope where I end up might be worthwhile

Holding in the breath of anger
Inside this old refrigerator
Those days are gone, there's more ahead
So concentrate on what's in store instead

A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme
Then I find out what I want is something inbetween
Waking and repeating my routines
Walking circles, talk in circles to me

Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools
Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool
Jumping headfirst into symmetry
I am splitting at the seams, hold me

In my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting pool
This sole reflection is my own / The pool is still until the pebble's thrown