An Accident of History Lyrics

Late October, 2013

There's always a Cadillac at 41st and Main

Number two, my grandfather is still alive

But in the very last stages of life

I sit in the sun, on my own, all day long

Oh yes, I sit in the sun, on my own, all day long

Number three, I'm in a cemetery

The graves all opened or above-ground

Revealing a nightmare of skeletal decay within

I sign the funeral papers, drop them in the post

I hold my weeping daughter close

And then I stop pretending there's a mystery

That we're more than an accident of history

I sit in the sun, on my own, all day long

Oh yes, I sit in the sun, on my own, all day long

I saw you

In your summer clothes, in your summer clothes

I saw you

On a bicycle, in your summer clothes

The bleached architecture of the rotted bones

Echoes the spiraling arches of my home

We walked to the park, kicking up the leaves

And I heard that Lou Reed died today