Karaoké Ana Ng They Might Be Giants

Make a hole with a gun perpendicular to the name of this town in a desktop globe

Exit wound in a foreign nation showing the home of the one this was written for

My apartment looks upside down from there

Water spirals the wrong way out the sink

And her voice is a backwards record

It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence

Listen Ana

Hear my words

They're the ones you would think

I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the sixty-four

World's Fair

Eighty dolls yelling

Small girl after all

Who was at the DuPont Pavilion

Why was the bench still warm

Who had been there

Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire

To the horn on the pole at the bus depot

And in back of the edge of hearing

These are the words that the voice was repeating

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence

Listen Ana

Hear my words

They're the ones you would think

I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once

I saw this painted on a bridge

They don't need me here and I know you're there

Where the world goes by like the humid air

And it sticks like a broken record

Everything sticks like a broken record

Everything sticks until it goes away

And the truth is we don't know anything

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence

Listen Ana

Hear my words

They're the ones you would think

I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence

Listen Ana

Hear my words

They're the ones you would think

I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence

Listen Ana

Hear my words

They're the ones you would think

I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked in the glow of each other's majestic presence

Listen Ana

Hear my words

They're the ones you would think

I would say if there was a me for you