You're a smooth talker
With eyes like lightning
And the radio
I sing like our mother

Put away the hairbrush and maybe something you don't know
I read it in the tabloids in a truck stop in a thunderstorm

You're an escape artist
And the bathroom mirror
And the autograph seekers
You've imagined outside the door

Yes we love a statement
Is it true you're not in 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 road cuts circulation to your tune
I fashion myself after you from my suicide electric puzzle
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