She's pining for him in a people carrier. There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that, but architecture won't do. Although it might say a lot about the city or town, I don't care what they've got keep on turning them down, it don't say the funny things he does. Don't even try and cheer her up, because it just won't happen. She's got the feeling again, this time on the aeroplane. There might be tellys in the back of the seats in front, but Rodney and Del won't do. Although it might take your mind off the aches and the pains, laugh when she falls through the bar but you're feeling the same, 'cause he isn't there to hold your hand, he won't be waiting for you when you land. It feels like he's just nowhere near, you could well be out on your ear, this thought comes closely followed by the fear and the thought of it makes you feel a bit ill.
Yesterday I saw a boy who looked like someone you might knock about with, and almost shouted. And then reality kicked in within us, it seems as we become the winners. You lose a bit of summat and half wonder if you won it at all. And don't say 'owt 'cause you've got no idea, and he's still nowhere near, and the thought comes closely followed by the fear and the thought of it makes you feel a bit ill.
Despair in the departure lounge. It's one and they'll still be around at three. No signal and low battery, what's happened to me?
Learning to walk again, I believe I've waited long enough.
Ya fue, yo me bajo de este tren. Chocar contra una pared ya no me divierte.
Maybe there's hope. There always is, I know it's there, anywhere. It's just shy, I know, it'll come out any time. I hope so, WAIT, THERE IT IS... and it's gone.
What the heck am I doing with my life?
Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happyyou could die. Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonley in your company, but that was love and it's an ache I still remember. You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like resignation to the end, always the end. So when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we would still be friends, but I'll admit that I was glad that it was over.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over, but had me believing it was always something
that I've done, and I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you say, you said that you could let it go and I wouldn´t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.
But you didn´t have to cut me off, make out like it never happend and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love, but you treat me like a streanger and that feels so rough. You didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your numbers. I guess that I don't need that tough, now you're just somebody that I used to know.
I told you to be patient.
I told you to be kind.
I told you to be balanced.
I told you to be fine.
We'rrrrre all living in Amerrrika, Amerrika is wunderbrrra.
I am fine and it's time for me to draw the line.
