august the twenty fourth nineteen ninety one you re calling for me from the bedroom window i m working on the lawn under a northeastern sky hollow and grey you said everything s different now i said oh really i don t think nothing s changed telephone rings it s the middle of the night you re awfully quiet babe are you still alive and every star looks down and grieves you turn and you open up wide and then you retreat pale blue sky colder than hell if you re looking for me to make you feel well i m looking for that myself and a strong foundation that no heartache could shift and the grace of god and for all this frustration to finally lift my beautiful fool my beautiful fool didn t you know i m a fool too 