Embassy Row

Who are you
To offer me
Any comfort?
Who are you
To see me inside?

The city map
Collapsed and cast upon the river
Past embassies, I drive

By the starlit reservoir, we park in our best
I straighten my brother's tie
Too late now to face the crowd
Sudden death, we have suffered and survived

With the plastic off
With a past that's told

I'm the fingerprints on the picture
I'm the Christmas tree on the ground
I'm the fingerprints on the picture
I'm the last of the echoes no one heard

I was told I would get it when I got older
The losing hands, the moving vans
Seems to me now there is no getting over
Now there's only getting back

Welcome home with those empty arms
Where is your loving woman?
(She has moved on)

I'm the fingerprint on the picture
I'm the Christmas tree on the ground
I'm the fingerprints on the picture
I'm the last of the echoes of the goodbye no one heard

The goodbye no one heard
The goodbye no one heard
The goodbye no one heard