I was made from reels left out of the feature So if you like bad scenes I'm your creature Enter these embarrassing moments Tantrums and unclear omens Arrange the things I marry Dress up what I can't bury Counting pops in the jumble of short waves Cracking jokes trying to appear brave (I should know by now) Where the waves are highest When the house of stone falls down And your reasons to go on grow quiet This is where the answer will be found This city is made for taxis Not sensitive types like you and me They offered you a sack full of diamonds Headlines, handshakes, even triumphs Waves more but water stands still Its beautiful say what you will You'll ride in the back of the train Writing down notes in the book of hard rain (You should know by now)