Mike Doughty Only Answer
Upon the rails among the weeds
I had a moment of serenity
I saw you stand in all the green
Upon the rusting rail balancing
You were the only answer
My plans spun all around you
Five years in the wrong, I am assured
My name to you is just another word
In your bed in Morristown
You had magazines thrown around
From under them the phone it rang
And in the margin there you wrote the number down
You were the only answer
My plans spun all around you
Five years in the wrong, I am assured
My name to you is just another word, another word, another word
The only answer, another word
The only answer
The only answer
The only answer
