position Bluefish Take care She will fall on you like winter You don’t hear a thing but the beating of wings As the lights go out There you are Standing in the doorway With a cigarette You say, “Hey rock n’ roll. Did you really have to sell your soul, or were you just the fool? That shame is mine, ya know I've done it too.” 19’s fine and the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 She will come To any whispered invitation Try to send her away, she did not come here to play She is not leaving empty handed There we are There we are You say time isn’t mine To save or to waste But I might stick around till the season changes shoes The fortunate ones will always get to choose 19’s fine when the lighthouse is burnt out at 22 Take care, she’ll rub off on you like weather You won’t hear a thing but the beating of wings There you are