Nicely Now
Robert Pollard
Yeah, it's cold and you know what I mean
With an emptiness long and between
Every smile and it feels like a dream
An insane woman chasing a scream
To the images saved by the screen
Doing nicely now
With appearances quick to the draw
Trapped in photographs taped to the wall
The directors are wicked and small
Thinking freely for others who fall
They equivocate schemes and we're all
Doing nicely now
Don't race them now to where they go
Too frigid where they're staying now
There's no poking in this spy area