So I lower my head, make a beeline for home seething inside
No milk, God, how I hate that
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
For elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself
Telephone's ringing but I don't answer it
And maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
Black and white with a strong female lead
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again
And this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
How strange these streets feel when you're alone on them
Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me
There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
Funny, I'd never noticed
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen, how'd ya get it?"
I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
Than go through all that shit again
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"
