When the Truth Is...

I was drowning out the night with the last of the wine And my story began to unwind So I gathered all the shards of a glass from the bar And I left from 17th Street for St. Marks Won't you listen to me now? I was trying all the time Maybe half the time I got you right But not tonight Oh I'll always be lonely And you'll never hear the truth Yeah the truth is there's some distance, but you're listening And I keep talking my way back into your heart Your mama told you I'd long gave up, baby but Your mama lied Half the time I must've got it right But not tonight Oh I'll always be lonely And you'll never hear the truth Yeah I'll always be lonely And you'll never hear the truth In the graveyards, in the harbors, in the beer halls and the parks I'll be wandering under unfamiliar stars But the spirits in my heart don't persuade me anymore Than my echoes off the brick and mortar walls And the truth is there's some distance, but you're listening And the truth is there's some distance, but you're listening