Living North

I met the first guy Who said "I'll always remember this night, Jane" When I brought cigarettes home on a whim It was really him And all of us other guys Who've said it since then Well we've been trying to mean it as sincerely as he did There is a metal divide Between myself and this lake in New Jersey Silver seaweed hands reach up and grab A woman walking dog pulled in Never heard from again Focus on shining tension We're striders on the surface Of striders on the surface I found a dog's leash on the shores of the Pacific It means nothing to me