I met the first guy
Who said "I'll always remember this night, Jane"
When I brought cigarettes home on a whim

It was really him
And all of us other guys
Who've said it since then

Well we've been trying to mean it as sincerely as he did

There is a metal divide

Between myself and this lake in New Jersey
Silver seaweed hands reach up and grab
A woman walking dog pulled in

Never heard from again
Focus on shining tension
We're striders on the surface

Of striders on the surface

I found a dog's leash on the shores of the Pacific

It means nothing to me