A polaroid, a foolish grin
By the book what might have been
A pilot light, home alone
A radio, a telephone
Five stars, a flat tire,
Paperback on a high wire

Are we ever alone?
Soul’s a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul’s a camera

Water's edge, thunderstorm
The Beach Boys with a French horn
Take a pledge, tell a joke
A broken string , have a smoke
Deep breath, yellow light
Asleep now on the late flight

Are we ever alone?
Soul’s a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul’s a camera
Are we ever alone?
Soul’s a camera
Do we ever go home?
Soul’s a camera

Ah ah ah
Soul’s a camera
Ah ah ah
Soul’s a camera
Ah ah ah
Soul’s a camera
Ah ah ah
Soul’s a camera

A ticket stub, a paperweight
A taxi ride, a roommate
Orange shirt, belly laugh
A ball boy, an autograph