Fifth and Comal

She took a full page ad out of the paper

It read just like a missing person's

But in truth, and you wouldn't know it unless you read the fine print

This woman was looking for

Her vinyl copy of Ram

She couldn't live without it

Swore somebody stole it

Oh, the conviction, the passion, the primal wishing

That earns my respect

I call the number in the ad

"Hello" is on the other end

"I'm callin' 'bout Paul," I say

"Meet me on the corner of 5th and Comal."

We meet and it feels like a date

I needed a friend so bad that night

Spent 375 bucks on a mint copy of Ram

She said she'll take it but still needed the real one

Back at her place after laying around

I went for my pants underneath the bed frame

And I found her copy down there

Thought she was nuts

Then I realized we were perfect for each other

She said, "Why don't they make movies like they used to anymore?"

I just shrugged, gave her a nod and kissed her cheek

She said, "Why don't they make movies like they used to anymore?"

I just shrugged and agreed