Darling, Here's the Best Part

Left, right, son, march into place and break that sound barrier
Oh my eager eyes, you look just like a friend
But the light plays tricks on eyes, on eyes, on me
You send me away
When all of the drinks at the bar have been drunk and we’re is the van?
Where is the sun?
Where are the brief episodes of excitement?
Where are my hands?
Locked in a jar on a display for the crowd in your bedroom
Well, I wish that you could read my mind and just follow back to a place nine
years where I left my skin with a bookmark placed and you bit the dust
Yes, you bit the dust
You send me away
When all of the drinks at the bar have been drunk and we’re already home
You send me away
But here’s the best part, darling: you’ve got nothing more left to say