Free Association

I thought I was wise

I thought I knew about love

Cleaning out your garage

I said, “Where’d you get all this stuff?”

I used to have someone

She would get home from work

We’d put something on

And complain about work

And on good nights

Trading everything in

For free association

I thought I was wise

I thought I knew about love

You said, “Everything we got

Was given to us”

Order at the bar

Sitting here with you

When you’re born with a weak heart

You need a little extra juice

And I’m just now starting to notice, my friend

All our fellow patrons

Living in some kind of free association

Now I’m transported by

A neon waterfall sign

You’re floating over

Another minute of your life

White foamy light

Churning all the time

Order at the bar

Chaos outside

And all the meaning I was hoping to find

Was just free association

Free association

And on good nights

Trading our fixations

A couple unwitting agents

In a million combinations

Free association