Crackerjack Heart

it's the way you always did those little things
 that set me up and tore me down
 when you raised hell in the Burger King
 'cause they stopped making those
 cardboard crowns
 it's the way you look in these photographs
 i can't bring myself to throw away
 you're still a rush of color on the tilt-o-whirl
 it's just the background that's turning gray
 something i needed in that shot
 something i need
 girl i miss your crackerjack heart
 and the fake tattoos that say 'Forever Yours'
 i could tear this town apart
 looking for a toy, but that's not the point
 when all i'm after is a simple surprise
 it's the way you taste like a storm
 rolling in across the bed
 the way you answer me with those eyes
 speaking volumes about things unsaid
 the way your dumbest joke finds a laugh
 that's been welling in my darkest place
 ever since i was an atom or a star
 smiling like i had a face
 just waiting for that stupid joke
 waiting for you
 the way you walk out of a room
 and leave me wonderin' what i'm doing there
 in the same way just one Northern-bound train
 turned this whole damn town into nowhere
 i'm a bit shy of lonesome
 far cry from you