Gusts of filth slit the wintry air We stood where trains won't even dare When the call comes in you know What's going on in that home Wrote you a letter 'cause life is precious You were homeward bound Toward the sound of silence Stuck here under April skies Old friend, you're between planets And it doesn't... Sound good like music in a record store Feel warm like someone you never felt before I miss your look of intensity East and West and what "Emma" means Boys and girls of D.I. What it truly means to be kind But it doesn't... Sound good like music in a record store Feel warm like someone you never felt before I made your mother cry when you went away It's the day after the perfect day Everything's telling me that he's gone You say you're here but you aren't Red cloaks and wistful faces All rise for the ever-restless I guess I always knew That this would happen to you And you'd see it through And it doesn't... Sound good like music in a record store Feel warm like someone you never felt before Made your mother cry when you went away It's the week after the perfect day Made your mother cry when you went away And there are no more perfect days