Lana didn't need saving, but the good son tried just the same
Quixote on a ten-speed, running the tracks of toy trains
When the money started pouring, couldn't tell who was feeding who a line
Yeah but Lana showed the good son what really makes the trains run on time

And how the North Shore winds did moan
O'er all the mattresses out on loan
Such an enterprising flair
A little trick they picked up somewhere

Lee was the first to smoke, she masked her Salems with some Rose Noire
One night I tried to save her, cracking wise in some sophomore's yard
She said “I feel so damn rounded, but the boys like me to keep it nice and flat”
She made some sick wet sounds by the bushes and came limping back

And how the moon rose bloody in the sky
How her smile could not reach her eyes
Steady hand out for display
A little trick she picked up along the way

Invest in the surfaces
Learn to equivocate before you learn to kiss
What's upright gets upended
Time of your life, huh, kid

Things were different after that, I got some cliffs notes and a thrift store vest
Started rotating the father figures, kept the poetics close the the chest
I got some sodium and sugar to bury my synapses alive
Needed saving more than ever, but it'd be years before I'd even try

Cause the dream just couldn't be the same
Glitter washed out in the rain
So I traded it away
A little trick I picked up

No the dream'll never be the same
Once it got so soiled and stained
How we give ourselves away
A little trick we pick up along the way