wake up every morning to the sound
of the radio screaming / 6:30, 7:30,
8 o'clock and i got to leave / walk
out on the street with nothing on
except the shame of last night / and
a number in my hand of a man i don't
really need
where do i fit in / where is my
place here / what do i need to
say, what do you want to hear /
where do i fit in / if she's in
your bed / where is my beautiful
late night, long day, doesn't
make much difference to me anyway
/ you called, i answered, but
baby i'm only half awake / hush
little one with you here everything
is going to be okay / is
all you say but what if things
don't go that way
it's over, we both know, we're
both tired of playing the parts /
i said goodbye, you said oh well
nothing's really lost / call
every now and then just to hear
your voice talk to me / you still
say everything's alright but it's
not and that's something that
you're too blind to see |