Reconstruction Site Lyrics - The Weakerthans

I'm lost, I'm afraid 

A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat 

To the roof of a car on the road in the dark 

And it's snowing 

If I'm more, then it means less 

Last call for happiness 

I'm your dress near the back of your knees 

And your slip is showing 

I'm afloat 

Afloat in a summer parade 

Up the street in the town that you were born in 

With a girl at the top, wearing tulle 

And a Miss Somewhere sash 

Waving like the queen 

Beauty's just another word 

I'm never certain how to spell 

Go tell the nurse to turn the TV back on 

And throw away my misery 

It never meant that much to me 

It never sent a 'Get Well' card 

I broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle told 

At a wedding reception in 1972 

Where a little boy under a table with cake in his hair 

Stared at the grown-up feet as they danced and swayed 

And his father laughed and talked on the long ride home 

And his mother laughed and talked on the long ride home 

And he thought about how everyone dies someday 

And when tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be? 

And fell asleep in his brand-new winter coat 

Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and gasoline 

And all those batteries we stole from smoke-alarms 

And disassembles my despair 

It never took me anywhere 

It never once bought me a drink