(formerly known as "Spalding Gray is Missing")
 the flicker of the tv and a long forgotten memory
 are the only things you'll ever leave behind
 the dust that's on the floor, there's noone at your door
 now tell me, do you really think you're free?
 the war is done, my friend, you fought until the end
 you threw your white flag down
 morning, noon and night, you always seemed to lose the fight
 spalding, where the hell are you?
 you say that the grasses are greener and everything's cleaner on their shores
 today is the day where you're going to swim to cambodia
 you once were lit ablaze with the fire of your younger days
 you blinded everyone you met
 you never were the same, since dublin's night consumed your flame
 and stole the matches from your pocket
 the hudson's freezing, but your braincells keep on squeezing 'round the
 thought that you must swim away today
 from the staten island ferry on the coldest night in january
 it's cambodia or bust
 you once had feared the man who held you in his hand
 and controlled you when you sleep
 but now the end's your friend, you're reaching to extend
 your white flag to the sky you once had cursed 
 the sun is sinking and your frozen eyes are blinking
 at the cold atlantic nothingness ahead
 you take a deep sigh as you wave a passing goodbye
 and you set your course and swim away
 you say that the grasses are greener and everything's cleaner on their shores
 today is the day where you're going to swim to cambodia