Riding in a fast car along the shore
Never understood what those brakes were for
Say, Elliot Smith -

Can you tell us who you're up there with?
Is misery still lost between the bars
Within the stab of an acoustic guitar


What defined you was not what you had earned
Deserts filled with shock and awe

Prince George has burned
Who's mouth is full of lithium
Who's face is set in stone

Shining by a moon
We long have left alone


(Chorus)
But where were you in '93
When Kurt was on the radio

And Brenda Walsh was on the T.V.
We had somewhere to go
But we had no where to be

In the troubled years that followed 1993

You and I on a phone

Cast away of four years
The prophet's talking stone
Now there's time left to start again

Closing time, have you found a friend
In fields of gold inside the lion's den


(Chorus)

To be live on a Saturday night

To be an angel on a Sunday despite
The one who knew but gave up his song
Swore there was no gun all week long

But a trigger he became
Aimed from you and me


And Philly nearly had a winning team
Hit the ball hit the needle
But just missed the dream

Fifty two times the Buffalo cried
Shot down in Texas -
Where only seventeen survived

A truck took seven and who took warning
No one there until a warm September morning
On abandoned April evenings

A greenhouse painted red
From grade 4 bleeding


There were few left to fill the space
Middle school dance and shock on their face
They left me dry without a trace

One less song to sing
One more ghost to see
Lyrics lost amongst summer days in 1993


One less ticket you won't be paying for
Hovering beyond my bedroom door

Echo from outside the inside of the spring
Of 1994