Standing in the museum, the one between fifth and sixth Strange to see the masterpiece "The Persistence of Memory" There's really nothing there at all, at all There's really nothing there at all, at all That portrait I thought I'd get The one that's called "Forbidden Fruit" Stupid name in a gilded frame But there was something there, something good Sometimes there's nothing there at all, at all Sometimes there's nothing there at all, at all The fun collapses every time Just like life I read in bed at night! The fun collapses every time But it's alright I hear there's more to life That booklet I thought I'd write Our long weekend (in Newport) last June Chateau-sur-Mer, the ocean air Marble House, The Breakers, and you The words were there, then they were not there, at all The words were there, then they were not there, at all The fun collapses every time Just like life I read in bed at night! The fun collapses every time But it's alright I hear there's more to life The fun collapses every time Just like life I read in bed at night! The fun collapses every time But it's alright I read between the lines