Bob Mould
Soundonsound
She's sailing along the diamonds
He's picking up trash along the road
Somebody's been tracing straight lines across the flat implode
She's trying to cash in glamour
He's leaving his self-respect at home
Nobody could split the hairs as finely as the comb

He's pulling the weeds up slowly
She's picking the pennies from her vest
They're stuck in their own dimension and cashing in change for something less
Nobody imagines them
Somebody has plans for them
They're fucking around with each other, something has to give

He says there's no room for the both of them
She says she might like to stick around
He says he's not planning on leaving
She says she's addicted to the sound, on sound, on sound
She clicks her heels, feet will never leave the ground
Calm down, she's great to have around

Whether or not we're together, it'll work out fine
We'll weather the storm together, and we'll be fine

(Chorus)