Capo on 1st There's no beginning to the story A bookshelf sinks into the sand And a language learned, forgot in turn Studied once again It's a shocking bit of footage Viewed on a shitty TV screen You can squint at it The snow and static To make out what it means And keep stretching that antenna Hoping that it will come clear I need some reception A higher message Please tell me what to feel 'Cause I don't know what tomorrow brings It's alive with such possibilities But I know that I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising So T-Bone, please keep the tape rolling Gil keep strumming that guitar We need a record of our failures We must document our love I sat too long in my silence Grown too old on my pain To shed this skin, be born again It starts with an ending Chorus: