Woorden: Okkervil River. Lady Liberty.

You can wash out your lying eyes in the bathroom down the hall. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. I guess I didn't know you at all. I can picture you inside some stranger's house, inside some stranger's bed - you're trying to seem mysterious, the covers pulled over your head. It's all right, lady liberty, it's just too bad you couldn't do the same for me. You say you've been used, you've been betrayed. Yeah, and that old bed's been newly made. You just stick around awhile with me until you're strong enough to leave. And I can picture you the first time you decide to spend the night - you wonder if you should give me a call and ask me if it's all right. Yeah, it's all right, lady liberty, it's just too bad you couldn't do the same for me. Don't call me or send me any more letters, baby. I just can't stand to see your hand writing things that you don't mean. I waited, our faded love growing even more faded. The shades were down, I faced the wall, and I could hear you breathing. I tried to bring us back to life. I gave my heart so many times. And was it worth it after all? There is a bathroom down the