[Intro — radio hiss, a low bass pulse] “That’s our street.” “I heard.” [Verse 1 — male lead, close and tense] New name crawling up the coast. Same black screws in the coffee tin. The numbered boards go up again. You bring the garden chairs back in. The radio reads out our street. The notice says to leave by three. I get as far as “We should—” And brace for you to laugh at me. [Pre-Chorus — female voice, plain and close] Read the rest. I’ll find the keys. [Chorus — both voices, full band, driving] WE CAN BE WRONG SOMEWHERE DRY! WE CAN COME BACK AND ROLL OUR EYES! LET THE HOUSE STILL STAND WITH NOBODY INSIDE. LET OUR HANDS KEEP SHAKING— THEY CAN SHAKE THE WHOLE DAMN RIDE. I WANT TO COME HOME EMBARRASSED AND COMPLAIN ABOUT THE DRIVE. [Verse 2 — female lead, rhythm restless beneath her] I say, “It’s only for tonight,” And pack enough for seven days. The photographs fill one old box. We take an end and lift the weight. “Turn it your way.” “Which way’s my way?” We nearly laugh. It clears the frame. [Chorus — both voices, harder, more open] WE CAN BE WRONG SOMEWHERE DRY! WE CAN COME BACK AND ROLL OUR EYES! LET THE HOUSE STILL STAND WITH NOBODY INSIDE. LET OUR HANDS KEEP SHAKING— THEY CAN SHAKE THE WHOLE DAMN RIDE. I WANT TO COME HOME EMBARRASSED AND COMPLAIN ABOUT THE DRIVE. [Bridge — half-time, male voice over bass and sparse guitar] You’ve got the photographs. I’ve got the keys. The boards can stay and argue With the goddamn trees. [Female voice — almost spoken] You fixed the door. It opens. Come through. [Breakdown — both voices, four heavy stops] NO LAST WORD. NO LAST STAND. JUST YOUR COAT. JUST YOUR HAND. [Instrumental — bass keeps moving; guitars gather around it] [Final Chorus — both voices, full force] WE CAN BE WRONG SOMEWHERE DRY! WE CAN COME BACK AND ROLL OUR EYES! LET THE HOUSE STILL STAND WITH NOBODY INSIDE. LET OUR HANDS KEEP SHAKING— THEY CAN SHAKE THE WHOLE DAMN RIDE. WE WANT TO COME HOME EMBARRASSED AND COMPLAIN ABOUT THE DRIVE. [Outro — engine hum, ordinary voices] The house is still standing. Then the road turns. “Think we’re overdoing it?” “Could be.” “Keep going.”
