when the truth is...

i was drowning out the night with the last of the wine

and my story began to unwind

so i gathered all the shards of a glass from the bar

and i left from 17th street for st. marks

won't you listen to me now?

i was trying all the time

maybe half the time i got you right

but not tonight

oh i'll always be lonely

and you'll never hear the truth

yeah the truth is there's some distance

but you're listening

and i keep talking my way back into your heart

your mama told you i'd long gave up

baby but

your mama lied

half the time i must've got it right

but not tonight

oh i'll always be lonely

and you'll never hear the truth

yeah i'll always be lonely

and you'll never hear the truth

in the graveyards

in the harbors

in the beer halls and the parks

i'll be wandering under unfamiliar stars

but the spirits in my heart don't persuade me anymore

than my echoes off the brick and mortar walls

and the truth is there's some distance

but you're listening

and the truth is there's some distance

but you're listening