[Cold open — voice alone] All that for nothing. [Bass enters] Thank fuck for that. [Verse 1 — close voice, loose groove] The key still sticks on the second turn. The hallway smells like yesterday. We set the photographs back down Inside their outlines in the dust. The fern looks worse than when we left. I give it bottled water. There’s laundry waiting in the drum. I close the door and leave it. [Pre-Chorus — a second voice enters softly] The house still stands. The light comes through. [Chorus — warm, heavy guitars over the rolling bass] ALL THAT FOR NOTHING. THANK FUCK FOR THAT. LET’S WASTE THE EVENING WE JUST GOT BACK. Go on—do nothing. Do nothing with me. [Verse 2 — bass forward, almost conversational] I stack the boards, the numbers out. The screws go in the coffee tin. I start to say, “If we’d stayed home—” Then open up the chips instead. I had a whole defense prepared For people who might never ask. You put your feet across my lap. I set the empty bowl on that. [Chorus — both voices, fuller and a little ragged] ALL THAT FOR NOTHING. THANK FUCK FOR THAT. LET’S WASTE THE EVENING WE JUST GOT BACK. Go on—do nothing. Do nothing with me. [Instrumental — electric piano and guitar trade short phrases; bass keeps wandering] [Bridge — the groove tightens] You’ve seen this one a dozen times. You still shout, “GET OUT OF THERE!” I know he makes it to the ending. I still sit forward in my chair. [One beat of silence] [Final Chorus — full band; voices relaxed into each other] ALL THAT FOR NOTHING. THANK FUCK FOR THAT. LET’S WASTE THE EVENING WE JUST GOT BACK. Go on—do nothing. Do nothing with me. [Outro — guitars fall away; two lines sung quietly] The hero saves the world again. I miss it getting ice. [Short instrumental tail — bass, piano, room sound]
