My Zero - Ezra Furman

Out on the open prairie

The amber waves of grain

I sat and lit my fire

I saw your passing train

I watched your yellow windows

I couldn’t see your face

I thought you’d always be

My zero

I thought you’d always be

My zero

Sitting down by the fire

I cook my can of beans

I draw the constellations

I wonder what they mean

Sit back, replay my movie

I go through all the scenes

I thought you’d always be

My zero

I thought you’d always be

My zero

My zero

I’ve gone away forever

The wrong side of the tracks

My blood all filled with garbage

My heart shot through with cracks

I saw her dark hair falling

All down her snow-white back

I thought you’d always be

My zero

I thought you’d always be

My zero

My zero