Lily, tell your mother I've been thinking:
Winter changes nothing
The frost east can bring the highways down
I went to a movie I want to believe in
The actors were all looking at me
Stupidly, I sat struck dum
Would feel alright with the lights on?
Would it all be right with the lights on?

Lily, there's a picture of your mother
I'm sickened when I see it
It must be something to be her kind
I saw a movie I think I believe in
The actors all fell back and they were laughing
The frame stopped and I started thinking,
Would this feel alright with the lights on?
Would it all be right with the lights on?

There is no sign to be discreet,
To clutter up the clearings
This is casting out and waiting,
Hanging lines to stay up late with
The cold that holds the corner
Cannot be more boring
Startled now that there's all these lights on
God, it pays to be shortsighted

Lily, tell your mother I've been thinking
Lily, tell your mother I've been thinking
Lily, tell your mother I've been thinking
Lily, tell your mother I've been thinking