Andrew's Story

One time, a long time ago

When I lived in the city and had no money

I had a morning flight at, like, seven or so

So I decided to share a van to the airport

I thought it would be frugal

(Spoken)

So there I am, 4AM, they're schlepping us around the city

Stuffing us in. I'm pissed and tired and it's still dark out

And there are horrible people around me. And I'm regretting

Being born. And when it seems like they can't squeeze anyone

Else in, they stop again, on the Lower East Side. And of course

I'm looking for the building where my great-grandfather lived

And then this woman comes down the steps of this tenement

(Sung)

She was stunning as she glided down like a goddess

And sat next to me

And the ride got much better

I was making the movie of our life in my head

The van ride, the courtship, the wedding

The children, the house in the country

I hadn't talked to her yet

So I had to do that

So I did all at once

We were talking

She's a writer

She's going to Israel

She's writing a novel

And in the meantime writes for hip magazines

And she smiled

And I died a little

The first stop is her terminal

She says, "Nice to meet you"

And she's off and I wait while she gets out her bags

Then I make my bold move

Before I can think I get up

And I ask for her number

And to my surprise she says, "Yes

My name is Leora, by the way

Here's my number

I'm gone for ten days

So call me after that"

I get back in the van

And I'm making the movie of our life

And the sequel

And I smile

And I am so happy

(Spoken)

So I count ten days 'til she's back from Israel, then a couple days

More to be cool, and I call. I left a message on her machine. Left

Another message a few days later. Nothing. So then I left it alone