she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
and she locked the car and slipped past into rythmic quietude
lights burning, voice dry and hoarse
I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
the chimes fell over each other
I fell onto my knees
the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
a sick shouting like you hear at the fairground
now I`m picking up to put away anything of yours that`s still around
I don`t know what to do with your clothes or your letters
it`ll make a whisper out of you
she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
the fairground`s lit a drunk man sitsby the gate she`s driving through
got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
looks like he`s buried in the sand at the beach
I can`t think about you driving off to leave barely awake
to take a little nap while the road is straight
I wish that car had never been discoveredthey took away the bottle and the hat he was under
that`s the one thing that he could never do
and it`ll make a whisper out of you
she took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
cops were running around the scene
looking for some kind of clue
they ever get uptight when a moth gets crushed
unless a light bulb really loved him very much
I`m lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarettelittle whisper smoke signs you`ll never get
you`re in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon
headlights burning bright ahead of you
and someone`s burning out on Condor Avenue
trying to make a whisper out of you
what a shitty thing to say
did you really mean it
you never said a word to me about what passed between us
so now I`m leaving you alone
you can do whatever the hell you want to
