I was just listening to an Elliott Smith song from his second album, Elliott Smith, and out of all of the sad songs the depressed drug addict wrote, the song "Good to Go" has, easily, the saddest, most hard-hitting lyrics he ever wrote. They come at the very end of the song, and by ending it on this note it blows my mind. It's a stroke of pure genius mixed with a longing for what's not there.
"All I ever see 'round here is things of hers that you left lying around
It's all I ever see 'round here, some empty envelopes from some other town
It's all I ever see 'round here, I'm waiting for something that's not coming."
The first two lines there are bad enough, especially with the imagery of the empty envelopes and belongings laying around, but then he hits you on a more emotional level. That feeling of waiting for something that's not coming hits us all, and has never been more simply, or effectively, put.
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