I guess I was right about the dream and all
And I've told you I don't like to be right
Cold lake water waves roll in again and again
And those shooting stars aren't stars at all
This fairy tale goes on and on
But you will end with this song
The scent in the air of rotting alewives
The scent in the air of mildew in your basement
The scent in the air of what these days have meant
To you
The scent in the air of rotting alewives
The scent in the air of mildew in your basement
The scent in the air of what these days have meant
To you
And you, you ought to know these things by now
And you, you should be making landslides
And you, long known these things by now
And you, have long since forgotten
And you, will let me fall like all the rest
And you, you should've called me back by now
And you...
Will go away