Unsentimental
Driving around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now
You're standing
this close to me
Like the future
was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
And the blocks up-town
I remember
Remember well
But if I'd forgotten
Could you tell
In the shadow of
your first attack
I was questioning
and looking back
You said
"Baby we don't speak of that"
Like a real aristocrat
Compound to compound
Lazy and safe
Wanting to leave it
Wanting to wait
When the taxi doors opened wide
I pretended I was horrified
by the uniformed clothes outside
And the courtyard gate
You're not a victim
But neither am I
Nostalgic for garbage
Desperate for time
I could blame it
on your mother's hair
Or the colors
that your father wears
But I know
that I was never fair
You were always fine
Unsentimental
Driving around
Sure of myself
Sure of it now
you're standing
this close to me
Like the future
was supposed to be
In the aisles of the grocery
And the blocks up-town
I remember
Remember it well
And if I'd forgotten
Could you tell
In the shadow of
your first attack
I was questioning
and looking back
You were standing
on another track
Like a real aristocrat