Last Of The Good Straight Girls

Once in a while in my living room
 I look up at your face
 The man in the hand-painted photograph
 I know you from someplace
 What comes so hard from history
 Comes so easy to my pen
 And I keep signing your name
 While the world stays the same around you
 I keep signing your name
 Is that all that remains of us?
 Year after year in the shrinking walls
 Nothing to the exchange
 Wood in the smiles at the holidays
 And your kiss that fit me strange
 What comes so hard from history
 Comes so easy to my pen
 And I keep signing your name
 While the world stays the same around you
 I keep signing your name
 Is that all that remains of us?
 You gave the truth to the lie, turned your eyes to the sky
 Looked away when I looked your way
 There's a myth in the air, it's too late to repair
 But you look at me anyway
 Now where the kiss and the smile would be
 The distance lies instead
 Nine hundred miles of what might have been
 And a world of things much better left unsaid
 And I keep signing your name
 While the world stays the same around you
 I keep signing your name
 Is that all that remains of us?