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