Pale Compromises

Commentary:
This one has grown on me. I didn't like it much at first, but now I consider it one of my more successful failures to write a song. It has a fairly complex system of rhymes, but I'll be damned if it has any kind of a point. The incredibly random lines in the last verse are my favorite-- I especially like the idea of meeting someone in a David Bowie song.

Lyrics:
I hope I meet you in a jewelry store
While you look inside the glass
I'll be sure to spread some flowers on the floor
till they cover up the past

Maybe alcohol will help me bridge the gap between
the place I am and where I'll finally sleep
Or maybe love itself will empty like a pack of cigarettes
or a hundred other things.

Maybe we'll walk along the riverside
you'll wear a ribbon in your hair
I'll sigh and hold you like an alibi
till you feel more like a prayer

Maybe my resolve will help me bridge the gap between
the place I am and where I'll finally sleep
Or maybe love itself will crumble like a pile of regrets
or a hundred other things.

Someday I'll meet you in a coffee shop
or in a David Bowie song
I'll stink of monuments and soda pop
and all the things that I've done wrong.

Maybe only love can help me bridge the gap between
the place I am and where I'll finally sleep
or maybe love itself will vanish like the face of a brunette
or a hundred other things.