Condor Ave Lyrics - Singles - Elliot Smith

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue 

She locked the car an' slipped past into rhythmic quietude 

Lights burning, voice dry and hoarse 

I threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth 

The chimes fell over each other, I fell onto my knees 

Sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased 

A sick shouting like you hear at the fairground 

Now I'm picking up to put away anything of yours that's still around 

I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters 

It'll make a whisper out of you 

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue 

The fairground's lit, a drunk man sits 

By the gate she's driving through 

Got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth 

Looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach 

I can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake 

To take a little nap while the road is straight 

I wish that car had never been discovered 

They took away the bottle and the hat he was under 

That's the one thing that he could never do 

And it'll make a whisper out of you 

She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue 

Cops were running around the scene 

Looking for some kind of clue 

They never get uptight when a moth gets crushed 

Unless a light bulb really loved him very much 

I'm lying down, blowing smoke from my cigarette 

Little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get 

You're in your Oldsmobile driving by the moon 

Headlights burning bright ahead of you 

And someone's burning out on Condor Avenue 

Trying to make a whisper out of you 

What a shitty thing to say, did you really mean it? 

You never said a word to me about what passed between us 

So now I'm leaving you alone 

You can do whatever the hell you want to