### Verse 1 Sat in the chair at twenty-one Hip salon, summer sun His boyfriend doing my boyfriend’s hair The room was thick with a static glare Then *Xanadu* cracked the ceiling wide I spoke the truth I couldn't hide Said Fraser stole her vocal thrill From Olivia’s old record bill He looked right over, the room went still A wild encounter, a monumental thrill ### Chorus And oh, what we lost in the ire Tearing down the walls of the frame We thought we were fighting a fire But we were just calling its name The static, the smoke, and the wire We broke every rule in the game Oh, what we lost in the ire It all burns down just the same ### Verse 2 Crammed in a Jeep, the first real fight I ran the clock right into the night I knew right then the play was set A quarter-century of regret We lived the gypsy life on the road Small hotel rooms, a heavy load A mountain of CDs we couldn't divide We used the noise as a place to hide The token gays in a straight-bar crowd The bickering endless, the atmosphere loud ### Chorus And oh, what we lost in the ire Tearing down the walls of the frame We thought we were fighting a fire But we were just calling its name The static, the smoke, and the wire We broke every rule in the game Oh, what we lost in the ire It all burns down just the same ### Bridge Tripping on sugar cubes down on Ross Ave Holding a black cat named Death in my lap A payphone ringing in the East Dallas rain An angel in the kitchen trying to cure the pain But the ledger was crooked, the math was all blind I counted your sins while I put mine behind You showed up late, completely undone But I’d done the same under the Atlanta sun ### Verse 3 Then Luke came along with his New York pride The convertible top down, a beautiful ride He said "don't let me sleep" at the front of the door While *The Matrix* was playing on the living room floor Ten in the morning, a milk jug of gas The sun was so bright as I walked through the grass I heard the funny snoring, I took the bill Walked back to the house and the room was dead chill Lizzie held a mirror right under his nose And that’s the exact way the Texas chapter closed ### Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break ### Outro Now I’m sitting at fifty, the room has gone cold They’re all in the ground and the story is told Listening to *Four-Calendar Cafe* in the dark Searching the ash for a single spark Chelsea’s old photo sitting on the bed Rewriting the narrative inside my head I wasn't the angel, you weren't the ghost I was the one who was cutting the most Twenty-five years of your patience and grace And I finally see your face In the ire What we lost in the ire Yeah, it was all my fault
