We choose our words like wine and kiss like petty crimes We chase our parents' sins And hear their voices in New England highway winds
Let's go and find our new lives down by the jetski junkyard Let's lull divorcees from their households You can play my first wife I can play the paperwork that saves you
You babysat the kids of old executives You babysat the cars of former movie stars in summers after dark
We've met the children of your now former love We've combed Rhode Island's coast for your father's ghost In our winter coats With fake pearls on your neck and a candy cigarette
