There's an opening shot of a ghost town where a ghost car crawls the road
Passes by the public pool where the kids learn the dead man's float
Palm tree's covered in an inch of snow and a long, slow, accordion note
Beach front window with a TV glow, down into sleep we go

Nothing I can do can bring you back (Nothing I can do can bring you back)
Nothing can bring you back (Nothing can bring you back)

The wind and the leaves over sixty cycle hum, transformer box, big green and dumb
The dawn patrol, the crow spreads south across the lawn in front of the warehouse
Coffee grounds and drywall dust, held down by dew, appear as rust
Trickle slowly on a radiator leak, down the parking lot, to the ditch, to the creek

Nothing I can do can bring you back (Nothing I can do can bring you back)
Nothing can bring you back (Nothing can bring you back)