Bad Connection

That window used to open wide
February cold is on the other side
And you’re history now
You cannot be changed
On this side of the river it’s dry
Could be snowing on the other side
Oh it’s quiet now
But I know that that won’t stay
An abstract picture wants to all come too clear
An abstract picture and you’re the painter
When from the moment that you pushed
It was mistakenly exact
Like a bad connection
On the telephone
Like a bad connection
On the telephone
And I’m standing right in front of you
This fire must weigh five hundred pounds
The way it’s weighin' me down
But it’s history now
And it cannot be changed
And where do all the good times go
May as well been made of snow
I’m told that what the living do is
They just go on
An abstract picture wants to all come too clear
An abstract picture and you’re the painter
When from the moment that you pushed
It was mistakenly exact
Like a bad connection
On the telephone
Like a bad connection
On the telephone
And I’m standing right in front of you
An abstract picture wants to all come too clear
An abstract picture and you’re the painter
When from the moment that you pushed
It was mistakenly exact
Like a bad connection
On the telephone
Like a bad connection
On the telephone
And I’m standing right in front of you
Like a bad connection (like a bad connection)
On the telephone
Like a bad connection (like a bad connection)
On the telephone
But I’m standing right in front of you