Ana Ng

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular To the name of this town in a desktop globe Exit wound in a foreign nation Showing the home of the one this was written for My apartment looks upside down from there Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record It's like a whirlpool and it never ends Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow Of each others' majestic presence Listen, Ana, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say If there was a me for you All alone at the '64 World's Fair 80 dolls yelling "Small girl after all" Who was at the DuPont pavilion? Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? Or the time when the storm tangled up the wires To the horn on the pole at the bus depot And in back of the edge of hearing These are the words that the voice was repeating Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow Of each others' majestic presence Listen, Ana, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say If there was a me for you As I was just saying As I was just saying As I was just telling you a minute ago They don't need me here, and I know you're there Where the world goes by like the humid air And it sticks like a broken record Everything sticks like a broken record Everything sticks until it goes away And the truth is we don't know anything Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow Of each others' majestic presence Listen, Ana, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say If there was a me for you Ng Listen in Ana Ng and I are getting old And we still haven't walked in the glow Of each others' majestic presence Listen, Ana, hear my words They're the ones you would think I would say If there was a me for you