Alsace Lorraine Claire
Claire, complicated every way but your name
Never waved the white flag in our war games
Whitecaps out there where your ashes fell might suggest
That you’ve called a truce, but it’s a storm I guess
Claire, did you see me in the paper today?
Pictured walking through a crowd around Shea
Though it shows a thousand faces, I’m the only
One with empty blue eyes where you used to be
Lost in a trance
And scared
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire
Same old dance
With thin air
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire.
On a constant wake, on a twitching sea,
Flood back in my memories arguing
In your shadow years, I will always be
Loyal opposition. Mess with me if you can, Claire
You were always only half aware of our friends
Not a word for things on which too much depends
But do you look down on me in the crowd at shows? You can
Spot me by these weightless arms and unheld hands
Lost in a trance
And scared
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire
Same old dance
With thin air
Right there: I’m the one without you, Claire.
