Free Association

I thought I was wise, I thought I knew about love

Cleaning out your garage, I said, "Where'd you get all this stuff?"

I used to have someone, she would get home from work

We'd put something on and complain about work

And on good nights, trading everything in

For free association

I thought I was wise, I thought I knew about love

You said, "Everything we got was given to us"

Order at the bar, sitting here with you

When you're born with a weak heart, you need a little extra juice

And I'm just now starting to notice, my friend, all our fellow patrons

Living in some kind of free association

Now I'm transported by a neon waterfall sign

You're floating over another minute of your life

White foamy light churning all the time

Order at the bar, chaos outside

And all the meaning I was hoping to find was just free association

Free association

And on good nights, trading our fixations

A couple unwitting agents in a million combinations

In a million combinations

Free association, free association