From the album Best Blues
This is about trying to hold someone in your memory while watching the memory itself decay. The speaker keeps offering places to meet, but only in imagination. The invitation is generous until you realize it costs nothing because the past is already gone.
Comes the loss of wonder / To see it go, I don't bother anymore
The speaker claims not to care while building an entire architecture of elaborate memory. Saying you don't bother is itself bothering. The dismissal doesn't land.
Floating in Ozone Park / Can't stay there, it's true / But if you want to visit / You are welcome to
Ozone Park is a real Queens neighborhood, but here it becomes a mental space. The hospitality is fake. You can visit anytime because it doesn't actually exist anymore.
Least in your mind / Yet to yellow
Yellow as a verb. Photographs aging, color draining out. The mental pictures are already deteriorating even as he offers them. The past is actively rotting while he watches.
Pictures of youth / Picturing you / Pictures of you
The refrain collapses from active imagining into static objects. What started as a mental process ends as artifacts. The song enacts the very loss it describes. Even the wonder about wonder is gone.
The word remember never appears even though the whole song is about memory. Only pictures, which are external objects, suggesting the organic memory itself is already gone. What sticks is the gap between claiming you don't bother and spending three minutes proving otherwise.