Condor Ave (Live at Umbra Penumbra, 9/17/1994) Elliott Smith

[Verse 1]
She took the Oldsmobile out past Condor Avenue
And she locked the car and 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
The 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

[Chorus]
I don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters
It'll make a whisper out of you

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
That's the one thing that he could never do
And it'll make a whisper out of you