After Hours lyrics

There are billboards in Heaven
And 7-Elevens, and 24-hour arcade bars
A lazy river that runs between the suburbs and slums
And speed limits enforced by radar

I live by myself in a duplex for now
With a pretty good view of the pyramids
At night I take the train home, sinking to new lows
And picture you practicing pirouettes

I miss our adventures, East Village winters
Acting out True West by lamplight
You look like After Hours-era Catherine O'Hara
You were really on one that night

St. Simons island, your eyes cutting diamonds
The water was clear, almost too clear
And embarrassed in Paris to f*ck on the terrace
Who cares? You said, "They do have rules here."

There's a Diet Coke fountain, no good Italian
There's free shuffleboard in the main hall
Big budget productions of the lives of your loved ones
The good stuff's behind a paywall

Don't know where you been lately
'Cause I don't watch the dailies
But I imagine you back up in Lake Hill
Taking down wind chimes
Running through stop signs
To pick up Clementine's pain pills

The last talk we had I know you weren't really mad
But it sticks in my head for some reason
It's crazy I know, I've got nowhere to go
But up here, I wear my seatbelt