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She kills with foreign films |
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The emptiness of day today |
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And I wait until the weekend comes |
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So I can clear this uselessness from my brain |
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I count the days until she arrives |
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Those precious minutes when she is mine |
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As we walk from my front door to her car |
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We're so close |
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And alone, but that will disappear |
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In a room filled with the warmth of others |
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Of others' company |
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There's just too much company |
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There's just too much company! |
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So I hide my wounded pride |
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And stare off into the other cars |
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If I could just speak the words |
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To tell her exactly how I feel |
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I count the ways that I might say it |
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But I know that none of them will work |
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Because she won't feel the same |
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I've got this far |
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But I can't go through with it |
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Because the truth would hurt too much |
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It hurts too much |
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This hurts too much! |
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She goes back to the west coast |
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To drink in the sunshine |
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And I will stay here in these dead plains |
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And try to make a seed grow |
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And I would pray for rain |
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If I thought that it would help |
