My uncle who uses the bottle to stay warm
He never has much, but on Christmas
He buys us packs of baseball cards
He sits by a tree like a lion in the heat
In California, playing Pink Floyd and singing to me
You were young
And life is long
The song is over
The time is gone
But time doesn't really exist
It's only a name for a thing you couldn't possibly change
My friend's doin' stand-up in a midtown bar
To the backs of the trust-fund babies from the lumberyard
My friend with black streaks from cheeks to chin
My friend with the child's body, but the hips of a woman
You were young
And life is long
The song is over
The time is gone
But time doesn't mean anything
Everything that's happened will always be happening
Head in hands
We can't always be
Sobbing, tensing timelessly
And we can't always be forgetting
Any more than an hour may pass, fast or slow
Or the day hang still and just so
But just so you know
I'm still missin' her
I'm still missin' her
I'm playin' outfield on the tee-ball team
My back to the river where they pull out her body
You were young
And life is long
The song is over
The time is gone
But time doesn't care about time
It's always the first and the last day of your life

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