Got some books to read but it seems they've all been read
On my mind, on my mind
Then together they run swiftly through my memory
Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above
A crystal wine glass on a table filled with scarlet stains
Wind is whipping up the papers in the streets below
The jug is silent on the table with my broken dreams
And I wish to hell, I could remember what I said
Seems like everything I touch turns out that way
Rain drops falling on the flowers in the window box
Well, I guess I just go walking
And eerie image of a strange and empty bed
The cat's no good for talkin' to
Plastic roses that I planted yesterday
No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat
I didn't think they'd die so soon but they're all withered now
Blending softly with the bare lights over head
And the rain is always playing
He don't know what I'm saying
The sun is silent, there's a cold rain gonna come on
Street lights drifting through the blinds that cover window panes
Stands alone and empty where there once was two
