Cracks in a Photograph

If I could tell you something, I would tell you it all

But I don't know anything anymore

I let the dirt and the rain and the cold come in

They were outside just poundin' on the door

Ladies in the corner want to borrow your smokes

As if returning 'em would do any good

Procrastinating what I know I'm just gonna do

That for everyone eventually comes

I know I got a long way to go

I'm hanging on the side of a road

I see the words but I don't know

I'm slipping through the cracks

I'm slipping through the cracks . . . the cracks in a photograph

I got a letter in my pocket and a pain in my tooth

And there's money in the bank up the street

I got a jacket that would fit you

And a couple of old guitars that I'd like for you to keep

If you run into my sister tell her "Elvis is cool

But the Rolling Stones will sweep her away"

And money's always worth it on a Monday night

Cause on Friday she should get it for free

I know I got a long way to go

I'm hanging on the side of a road

I see the words but I don't know

I'm slipping through the cracks

I'm slipping through the cracks . . 

And everybody's dancing as the ship's going down

Why is it taking so long [???]

If I could tell you something, I would tell you it all

But I don't know anything anymore

I let the dirt and the rain and the cold come in

And I don't know what for

Ladies in the corner want to borrow your smokes

As if returning 'em would do any good

Procrastinating what I know I'm just gonna do

And everybody knows it too

I know I got a long way to go

I'm hanging on the side of a road

I see the words but I don't know

I'm slipping through the cracks

I'm slipping through the cracks . . . the cracks in a photograph