Two Fields Over

Lyrics

Museum of Useless Endeavors

One of these days where the rain falls through the sunlight
I turn for no reason, songs play in my head
I look up and see Virginia
Simple soft eyes, hands on her books
Rarely looks up; it’s solitary work
In the Museum of Useless Endeavors

And she tells me
They opened its doors, 1946, to the lost ones
Memories can’t disappear

No one knows I see her as a vestal of evening light
They sent her here to catalog the sea of squandered lives
Shadows on her face, across her eyes
The man at the microphone says they never disappeared
They’ll end up here

And she tells me in
Uruguay, 1975, shelves were flooded
The country was filled with lies

No one knows I see her as a vestal of evening light
They sent her here to catalog the sea of squandered lives
Shadow on her face, across her eyes
The man at the microphone says they never disappeared
They’ll end up here

He asks her, “Could our lives be in some of these pages?”
A man clears his place, but the waters return
Someone departs; it’s Virginia
Useless to cry, useless to scream
Look in the register, curate a dream
In The Museum of Useless Endeavors

And she whispers in
Washington, 2025, it reopens
And a country disappears
A country disappears...