Chris Stamey - The Sweetheart of the Video
It's snowing here in Minneapolis,
A blanket, coming down
Up in the skyway they are carrying gifts
Me, I'm on the ground
The Best Buy on the corner's filled
With new flat-screen TVs
All tuned to youtube simultaneously,
Three hundred sixty degrees
I catch a glimpse while waiting for the light
It's crowded, hard to see
But I still recognize that crooked smile,
That flash of joie de vivre
And, for a moment there
She looks straight at me:
The Sweetheart of the Video,
Now just a memory
I saw her last in a small Southern town,
Where summer never leaves
It was a time of simple innocence,
Remarkable and free
Before that, we were California bound
From Texas, we drove all night
The desert glistened with the ghosts of those
Buried out of sight
Then the beach at last, in starlit Malibu
The Venice fortunes read
A pink Camero on the One Oh One,
The talk of indie cred
Now, for a moment here
She looks straight at me:
The Sweetheart of the Video,
Now just a memory
I don't know how she turned her back on life
On that final day
The darkness wrapped its arms around her tight
And carried her away
Now in this moment, staring through the glass,
I want to ask her why
The bus pulls up, I run to get a seat
It's too late now to cry
But I remember how,
As she looks straight at me
I once loved the Sweetheart of the Video,
Now just a memory
I once loved the Sweetheart of the Video,
Now just a memory
Written by:
Chris Stamey
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