She comes out on Sundays
She moves after midnight
And everything's secret and sacred

She's got medical reasons
For all these prescriptions
I suppose that's enough explanation

I ask what she's up to
She just looked at the floor
She's done playing music, she's bored of the tunes
She don't go to shows anymore

She asked where I'm living these days
And I decided to tell her the truth
She don't go out to the shows anymore
But she still knows the boys and the blues

Shake off the shadows
Bash through the boards
Wipe the grime from the windows
Look out over the corners

Sandra from Scranton
All dressed up and dancing
We're poised to make moves
We shined up our shoes
The expectations were made true

We posed for the pictures
All shiny and shattered
And your sister went off for some actor

So we scatter like spores
And try to find purchase in dirt
She once met a boy and she thought it might work
The boy that she met was a jerk

Shake off the shadows
Bash through the boards
Wipe the grime from the windows
Look out over the corners

Sandra from Scranton
All dressed up and dancing

We aren't gonna split any atoms tonight
The future is only uncertain
The guys on the bikes got whatever you like
And a bird in the hand is worth something
Didn't go to work on Monday or Tuesday
And no, that's not how I planned it
Blew out the first few days of this week
On Sunday with Sandra from Scranton
On Sunday with Sandra from Scranton