"Silverfish In The Sink" lyrics

There's music coming from the place next door
It's that kid who tape-records the radio
Hear him curse the Lord and pace the floor
He hates his dad
Who hates him back

And now the kid is sitting in the breezeway
Just coming back from the IGA
Hear him sniff
Wondering ever if
A time will come when he can run away

There's still wildfire ash on the window
Silverfish in the sink
Only a couple more days 'til you're strong enough to
Do a cannonball into the drink
Yeah, and I hope you do

Sometimes I think that I should probably go
This city's just a dog-and-pony show
But I suppose dogs and ponies are both beautiful
Still, I don't like this place
Without your face

And now the window's up, and the air is on
And now the house gets hot 'cause the days get long
And the coyotes sing coyote songs
And the ocean gleams
In its deepest shade of green

Oh-oh

There's wildfire ash on the windowsill
And a memory of a melody
And you're always wondering if you ever will
Put your feet into the sea
Ever again