The Sweetheart of the Video

It's snowing here in Minneapolis
A blanket, coming down
Up in the skyway they are carrying gifts
Me, I'm on the ground

The Best Buy on the corner's filled
With new flat-screen TVs
All tuned to youtube simultaneously
Three hundred sixty degrees

I catch a glimpse while waiting for the light
It's crowded, hard to see
But I still recognize that crooked smile
That flash of joie de vivre

And, for a moment there
She looks straight at me:
The Sweetheart of the Video
Now just a memory

I saw her last in a small Southern town
Where summer never leaves
It was a time of simple innocence
Remarkable and free

Before that, we were California bound
From Texas, we drove all night
The desert glistened with the ghosts of those
Buried out of sight

Then the beach at last, in starlit Malibu
The Venice fortunes read
A pink Camero on the One Oh One
The talk of indie cred

Now, for a moment here
She looks straight at me:
The Sweetheart of the Video
Now just a memory

I don't know how she turned her back on life
On that final day
The darkness wrapped its arms around her tight
And carried her away

Now in this moment, staring through the glass
I want to ask her why
The bus pulls up, I run to get a seat
It's too late now to cry

But I remember how
As she looks straight at me
I once loved the Sweetheart of the Video
Now just a memory
I once loved the Sweetheart of the Video
Now just a memory