Reel to Reel

You're a smooth talker

With eyes like lightning

And the radio women

All sing like our mother

Put away the hairbrush

You may be onto something you don’t know

I read it in the tabloids

At a truck stop in a thunderstorm

You're an escape artist

In the bathroom mirror

And the autograph seekers

You've imagined outside the door

“Yes, we’d love a statement

Is it true you’re now escaping your room?”

From the light out in the basement

We knew that there'd be trouble coming soon

Intuition

Mathematics

Invisible audience

Ten hit records

Listen through your tin can as the rope cuts circulation to your tune

I fashion myself after you from my suicide that left them puzzled

The greatest songs I'll never hear from a band you started in your mind

Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder

Reel to reel

Reel to reel

Reel to reel