Conversion Scale Songtext
von Crumb

All this distance really hurts
Conversion scale just does not work
Metric tons, two minus one
Bottle caps in a pocket change tray
The weight is constant and heavy
Bottle caps in a pocket change tray

Centimeters, inches, feet
They just can′t compete
With all the while and all the miles
2332 Fulton Street
And it's the haps you had a plane to catch
The weight is pulling deep and steady
The wait is anything but easy
Perhaps the story always ends with me
And it′s the haps you had a plane to catch
Bottle caps in a pocket change tray


I think I get it, I think I understand
I think I get it, I think I understand
The way we planned, it didn't make sense
Never again, probably forever, you may do

See her in the magazine

How's everything on her scene?

Read her in the interview

It wasn′t half bad, she said
"It′s late now, I'm in bed and tired
Not quite drunk enough or something for a word
Of why I never wrote or called
Or why I never did anything at all
And now I lie here in my bed alone
And try and block out the drone
Of that salad dressing month we had"
And she was right, it wasn′t half bad
And somehow it just might make sense

Somehow it just might make sense
Somehow it just might make sense

And I think I get it, I think I understand

Still I wonder, did I wonder?
Still I wonder, did I wonder what to think?