And her voice is a backwards record
"If there was a me for you"
They're the ones you would think I would say
All alone at the '64 World's Fair
My apartment looks upside down from there
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
Publisher: TMBG MUSIC
I would say, "If there was a me for you"
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends
Ana Ng and I are getting old
They're the ones you would think I would say
They're the ones you would think I would say
Listen Ana, hear my words
Ana Ng and I are getting old
"If there was a me for you"
Everything sticks like a broken record
They don't need me here and I know you're there
"If there was a me for you"
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
Ana Ng and I are getting old
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
They're the ones you would think
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
Exit wound in a foreign nation
Listen Ana, hear my words
Ana Ng and I are getting old
They're the ones you would think I would say
And we still haven't walked
"If there was a me for you"
Ana Ng and I are getting old
Showing the home of the one, this was written for
Listen Ana, hear my words
When I was driving once
Everything sticks until it goes away
Listen Ana, hear my words
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"
And we still haven't walked
In the glow of each other's majestic presence
Songwriters: John C. Flansburgh, John S. Linnell
And we still haven't walked
Where the world goes by like the humid air
"If there was a me for you"
And we still haven't walked
These are the words that the voice was repeating
And we still haven't walked
I saw this painted on a bridge
They're the ones you would think I would say
And we still haven't walked
Ana Ng and I are getting old
Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
And it sticks like a broken record
To the name of this town in a desktop globe
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
Listen Ana, hear my words
And the truth is, we don't know anything
Eighty dolls yelling, "Small girl after all"
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?
Listen Ana, hear my words
And in back of the edge of hearing