Thanksgiving (for Elliott Smith)

What are you doing?
I'm writing a song
She says "I'm going to a movie, do you want to come?"

It's not that easy you are far from me
Should I go to you
Should you come to me?

Then the sun goes down on the Williamsburg Bridge
And if I'm lonesome then it's nothing that nobody ever did

A girl walks home with her grocery bags
Like the weight that is inside them is too much for her to bear
And a family struggles to a photograph
Like they need something to prove that they were really there

And the cars pass me by on Bedford Avenue and
I'm wondering how I'm supposed to do what Elliott Smith couldn't do

'Cause the cars all sleep in the parking lot
With a blanket of snow and their motors off
And it takes courage that I haven't got
And I hope some day I'll have a lot

A kid comes home from college on Thanksgiving break
Where families fit inside picture frames
That hangs next to mirrors in front entryways
So when they leave they always, always will remain

So when they leave they always will remain