| Song | The Moderately Talented Yet Attractive Young Woman vs. the Exceptionally Talented Yet Not So Attractive Middle Aged Man |
| Artist | Sun Kil Moon |
| Album | Among The Leaves |
| The hospital called last night | |
| they said you’d gone code silver | |
| they sent the police out searchin’ | |
| found you down at fifth and minnow | |
| High on crack cocaine | |
| you and Juan Valdez | |
| they sent him back to jail | |
| and they put you back to bed | |
| They called in the mornin’ | |
| said you were found outside | |
| and put the phone down | |
| Your cat jumped on my lap | |
| and I laid down and I took a nap | |
| Feelin’ bad and full of shame that I | |
| somehow contributed to your pain | |
| I wish I could help you with your problems | |
| but babe, I got enough of my own | |
| I fell asleep and dreamed of you | |
| the PA said code blue | |
| I hailed a taxicab | |
| got there and found you up in west two | |
| My beautiful sweet Elaine | |
| all that was killin’ you finally drained | |
| from your sweet angelic face | |
| and I kneeled down and whispered your name | |
| I cried and I cried | |
| you crawled and found a corner and you died | |
| I ought to kiss my sweet Elaine goodbye | |
| and I walked out in the rain | |
| I walked out in the rain | |
| and there you were again | |
| lookin’ down on me from high | |
| like a cloud in the sky | |
| I cried and I cried | |
| I remember all the nights | |
| that I loved my sweet Elaine | |
| and that I kissed my sweet Elaine | |
| and then I looked up high | |
| saw you floatin’ in the sky | |
| and I cried and I cried | |
| like a baby I cried | |
| Not much to pick from | |
| in my view | |
| trees that shake | |
| when the wind comes through | |
| and the boots I got | |
| say the water is blue | |
| but I only feel alive | |
| when the birds fly | |
| Not much to pick from | |
| in my record collection | |
| I sold ‘em all away, | |
| don’t want no recollection | |
| I put ‘em in the past, | |
| don’t wanna hear the songs | |
| just wanna play guitar | |
| and sing my own | |
| The phone rang I picked up | |
| it was you | |
| you said you were out there waitin’ | |
| I hailed a taxi pulled up front | |
| there stood a pretty lady | |
| smokin’ a cigarette | |
| lookin’ eight pounds heavier | |
| I helped you into the back | |
| and put your bags in the trunk |
| The hospital called last night | |
| they said you' d gone code silver | |
| they sent the police out searchin' | |
| found you down at fifth and minnow | |
| High on crack cocaine | |
| you and Juan Valdez | |
| they sent him back to jail | |
| and they put you back to bed | |
| They called in the mornin' | |
| said you were found outside | |
| and put the phone down | |
| Your cat jumped on my lap | |
| and I laid down and I took a nap | |
| Feelin' bad and full of shame that I | |
| somehow contributed to your pain | |
| I wish I could help you with your problems | |
| but babe, I got enough of my own | |
| I fell asleep and dreamed of you | |
| the PA said code blue | |
| I hailed a taxicab | |
| got there and found you up in west two | |
| My beautiful sweet Elaine | |
| all that was killin' you finally drained | |
| from your sweet angelic face | |
| and I kneeled down and whispered your name | |
| I cried and I cried | |
| you crawled and found a corner and you died | |
| I ought to kiss my sweet Elaine goodbye | |
| and I walked out in the rain | |
| I walked out in the rain | |
| and there you were again | |
| lookin' down on me from high | |
| like a cloud in the sky | |
| I cried and I cried | |
| I remember all the nights | |
| that I loved my sweet Elaine | |
| and that I kissed my sweet Elaine | |
| and then I looked up high | |
| saw you floatin' in the sky | |
| and I cried and I cried | |
| like a baby I cried | |
| Not much to pick from | |
| in my view | |
| trees that shake | |
| when the wind comes through | |
| and the boots I got | |
| say the water is blue | |
| but I only feel alive | |
| when the birds fly | |
| Not much to pick from | |
| in my record collection | |
| I sold ' em all away, | |
| don' t want no recollection | |
| I put ' em in the past, | |
| don' t wanna hear the songs | |
| just wanna play guitar | |
| and sing my own | |
| The phone rang I picked up | |
| it was you | |
| you said you were out there waitin' | |
| I hailed a taxi pulled up front | |
| there stood a pretty lady | |
| smokin' a cigarette | |
| lookin' eight pounds heavier | |
| I helped you into the back | |
| and put your bags in the trunk |