A few tiny movements, and it begins The needle drops, the record spins Lately I've been giving in To these primitive machines Back when I barely knew who you were We were both precious and obscure Sat together in a park You tossed a coin out into the old pond and snarked At the young man and his courage, And the ghost in every hotel room They keep claiming they could begin again Then you got up just to change the sides There, on the fourth chord came a lie Once I could tell them apart A twist of fate or a change of heart Blood on the tracks, it skips a beat As he sings a solemn eulogy For the old man in the courtroom And the stray dogs in the parking lot They're all thinking they would begin again We'll begin again With lies still stuck between our teeth We'll taste the bitter irony Of the stranger in a subway station Unsure of her destination Only knows she will begin again