Wired Wrong

From hazy days to something real
 Too far in to walk away, though I think I know the deal
 I watched her face turn white to red, and then it hit me, she said "I've seen enough
 I know you're a dying breed"
 Go to meet Samantha
 Picture what I've missed the most
 Her, Garfield Ave, and all the record stores
 The shady dives we'd haunt as ghosts
 I draw my coat closed and bound up the stairs 'cause I'm back from the war
 Feel the fear setting in, can't relate anymore
 Then I'm met with a note stuck with gum to the door
 You're not alone, welcome home
 We dropped into the sofa, the ugly scenes are gone
 You can't stay mad that long, some brains are just wired wrong
 We talk about the weather and the color clouds are lined
 You're bored, I'm counting time, I got thirty days behind me
 Catch a cab on Lyndale
 Heading downtown past Block E
 It's all cleaned up, there's no more Moby Dick's
 This place ain't what it used to be
 And yet I'm still me, in from the cold, reminded I'm unhip
 When my fingers are thawed I'm still losing my grip
 I keep standing and sitting and thumbing my chip
 It's heads no, and tails go
 We dropped into the sofa, the ugly scenes are gone
 You can't stay mad that long, some brains are just wired wrong
 We talk about the weather and the color clouds are lined
 You're bored, I'm counting time, I got thirty days behind me