Elaborate Lyrics

I was talking to Tim.

He said you had a problem

But didn't elaborate.

He was on a streetcar home

Talking on his cell phone

He couldn't elaborate

He said, "The bad news come down."

Triple-screening or the ultra-sound

Didn't look so great

He said he saw you with your guitar

And you were low

He didn't elaborate.

He said, "Just call him, ya know,

because I can't really, ya know, elaborate."