Squeaky Fingers Lyrics

Like it's a dream -- and there's a moon, and a tune --
A shower in a motel room,
And through the steam, and in my ear,
I can hear
Squeaky fingers on the mirror.

Beyond the door, out in the lot,
The night is hot,
And kids are givin' what they got;
And is it me or is it fey,
When I say,
"It reminds me of another day?"
Ya-hey!

Out in the road, across the town,
Out and down,
Where they disappear without a sound,
Into the whole from whence they came,
Without a name,
Givin' and gettin' joy and pain;

And into pants, then into boots,
And business suits,
To fill them out while they commute;
Or to remain in tricked out cars,
And country bars,
County fairs, and church bazaars --
Stay hard!

Like it's a dream -- in motion slow,
And they all know
I hear them come and watch them go;
And as the steam begins to clear, I face the mirror --
The evidence has disappeared
Into the hole from whence it came,
Still unnamed, like tomorrow's town is just the same;
Into the whole from whence I came,
Still unnamed, like tomorrow's town is just the same --
Unnamed.