Soda jerk

Band: Buffalo Tom

Album: Big Red Letter Day (1993)        Buy it, Trust me.

I forgot about this song until today. It defined me in that way songs you love define you.

Watch an eye ball

Take a free fall

At the mention of a name

In it’s socket, like a rocket

Rises just the same

 

Could my eyelids

(Could my eye)

Cover what I did

 

The shutting of the door

And could these ceilings

Contain my feelings

Me down on the floor

 

Jerked my fountain

Ice cream mountain

I supposed I’m just too late

 

Form a line here

Think I’ll die here

Think these people nauseate me

 

But if my patience

Were a spaceship

High up in orbit

 

I would rise here

Hypnotized here

Risen from where I sit

 

A solid angle

My legs do dangle

 

Off the counter’s edge

Soft words spoken

Promises broken

I close my eyes instead

 

But could my eyelids

Cover what I did

The shutting of the door

 

Could these ceilings

Contain my feelings

 

Me down on the floor