Friday night and I want nothing
no notion of time
The impression that only boredom
can impassion me right now.
Connected to you and the radio
my song to myself
the blues and the rock don't hold me
it was missing nothing else.
Alone in New York City
I feel like I'm all capsized.
Even a Warren Beaty
wouldn't want to have me tamed
and I love it so.
And if tonight I have this silly urge
no need to blame me.
I prefer to stay here alone
to go whine up at the bar.
I think of you while you think of me,
then this answering machine
won't help with the distance.
A friday night in tears.