The beaten track is the easiest path,
A girl with a fragile heart will
Love you back.

Dye fabric in blood,
Patch Asian cloth
On the valves and the veins,
‘Til it all looks the same,
‘Til it’s sort of the –

The start of an Eastern goodbye,
I’ll meet you in Seoul,
Then come to the shore,
For a “meal” . . .

Whispers of white and red in a word,
She lowers her head,
We’re leaving again,
But the last time will be the worst.

Hope lights up sad eyes,
A tentative smile – she gives it to you, Oh oh oh oh,
Young professional hands
Discovering old joys with somebody new, Oh oh oh oh
I-- caught myself repeating things
I said to the girl before,
To the girl before you, Oh oh oh oh
We’re two lonely scavengers trying
To use fragments of what is left –
Got to build something new, Oh oh oh oh yeah.

The beaten track is the easiest path,
A girl with a fragile heart will
Love you back.