Margaritas On The Lawn Lyrics

If your photographs aren't good enough

You're not close enough

If the words aren't the ones that they said

They'll never be enough

You used to call it your reason, your inspiration

That Capa hanging over your bed

Well, go ask that woman when they shaved her head

About dignity and being bad

They always made you smile with their guile

But you never thought you'd be one of them

All those tricks, supercilious pricks

Now you, don't even trust your own friends

Oh!

How did you get so cold inside?

Oh!

When did you get so lost, so tired?

Did you see yourself there on the lawn

Sipping margaritas with Bob and Carl

While The Post beat a path to the door

Of the last Englishman out of Vietnam?

Now you make up words they never said

But you knew they would if they'd thought of them

Next day they're lying there on the page

And you can hardly hide your disappointment

Oh, how did you get so cold inside?

Oh, when did you get so lost, so tired?

If your photographs aren't good enough

You're not close enough