Elliott Smith — Junk Bond Trader alt version

[Verse 1] The imitation will recolor from habit Writing in the glow of the TV's static Taking out the trash to the man Give the people something they understand A stick man flashing a fine-lined smile A junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock Rich man in a poor man's clothes The permanent installment of the daily dose [Verse 2] And you tell people they're 'too paranoid' But it's only you they must avoid Fast asleep in a small reality Boring as a drug you take too regularly The athlete's laugh, the broken crutch The first true love that failed because you fell too much Night brought you to no decision But to execute every day with precision [Bridge] Happy holidays, said Sad Savior The leaving love that I still favor You gave me rhetoric More sympathy The sad song, a symphony But I don't expect Anyone to quite connect My broken heart together [Verse 3] Now I'm a policeman directing traffic Keeping everything moving, everything static I'm a hitchhiker you'll recognize passing On your way to some everlasting [Outro] Everlasting waving hand Everlasting waving hand Everlasting waving hand Everlasting waving hand Everlasting waving, everlasting waving hand