Jackson - Craig Finn

Jackson was an actor

At least he was when he was well

Stephanie was good to me

But not so much to herself

We were holed up in a hotel room

From August to November

It was Jackson, me, and Stephanie

And the rest I don’t remember

Stephanie appeared to me

In the back half of the theater

We met up with Jackson

On the strand a few days later

Pooled our funds and made a run

We were foolproof when it counted

It was Jackson, me, and Stephanie

And it didn’t seem all that crowded

Now, why you asking about Jackson

It was a long time ago

And nothing really happened

Why you asking about Jackson

Jackson just got restless

Couldn’t take the lack of action

He was sorta like a shark

Just had to keep on swimming

The sailors kept on coming off

The boats down at the harbor

It was difficult to stop

It was easy to get started

Stephanie came on strong

But suddenly went weak

She seemed a little speedy

And her tongue worked at her teeth

The sirens came behind us

It was a bit before we heard it

It was Jackson, me, and Stephanie

And for a while it felt just perfect

Now, why you asking about Jackson

It was a long time ago, nothing really happened

Someone said he ended up in Denver

Someone said he went to Kansas City

Someone said he went off the deep end

Some said he was living there already

One day Jackson

Just didn’t show up to the party

One day Jackson

Just didn’t show up to the party

Stephanie was long on looks

And short on mental health

Said, «Depression is an ocean

And it’s prone to tides and swells»

Anxiety’s persistent, it’s an ambitious politician

It keeps knocking at your door

Until you come and let it in, I think that Jackson let it in

I think that Jackson let it in