Make a hole with a gun perpendicular	Em C D
To the name of this town in a desk-top globe	Em C D
Exit wound in a foreign nation	E Am G C G
Showing the home of the one this was written for	D C D

My apartment looks upside down from there	Em C D
Water spirals the wrong way out the sink	Em C D
And her voice is a backwards record	E Am G C G
It's like a whirlpool and it never ends	D C D

Ana Ng and I are getting old	G C D
And we still haven't walked	C G
in the glow of each other's majestic presence	Bb C D
Listen Ana hear my words	G C D
They're the ones you would think	C G
I would say if there was a me for you	Bb C D

All alone at the '64 World's Fair
Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"
Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?

Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
And in the back of the edge of hearing
These are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting old
And we still haven't walked
in the glow of each other's majestic presence
Listen Ana hear my words
They're the ones you would think
I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:	C D G D C
"I don't want the world, I just want your half"	C D G D C

They don't need me here, and I know you're there	Em C D
Where the world goes by like the humid air	Em C D
And it sticks like a broken record	E Am G C G
Everything sticks like a broken record	D Am G C G
Everything sticks until it goes away	D Am G C G
And the truth is, we don't know anything	D C D