I had to miss the winter
There was a sign on my back
I had to scrape off my Howard Dean stickers
And plan a better attack.

Ballparks and backyard pools
The halls of Grossmont High School
I came home to what I know of:
Seaport and Balboa.

You came to me two different months
I took you out to Sunset Cliffs
We saw the kayaks and caverns
The pelicans, the sleeping lions.

I had a pile of time
And true love on a faraway phone line
My heart was promised away
But my body belongs to the YMCA.

It came to me like I knew I was dying
It came to me like I was already dead.

I lived with my parents, fought in a war
Read all my journals from years before
The Goddess of Gloom
Almost loss faith in you

There’s an alley in me where the rain falls
A miser who never likes phone calls
An old maid jealous of your friends
A homing pigeon gone home again

I left intact
I had demands
She has fans who love her
Better than I can

It came to me like I knew I was dying
It came to me like I was already dead.

I was a lone, I took a ride,
I didn’t know what I would find there.
But it came to me.