If I could sell records as well
As I sleep I wouldn't dwell on her almost constantly
Well I could sell records as well
I wouldn't be here with you
I wouldn't be here with you now

Well the past eleven years I stayed in bed
If not there, then therein
The only Volvo with anticrack

Well the past ten times, it don't last
It never does or it never did
Sometimes I'd give my whole life to be dead

The city sleeps another week
Fog rolls in we disappear
No one cares

Well the second verse is a constant curse
Not unlike the first in many ways
And I just can't decide which is worse

These days on a different mood
Which is more romantic
A streetlamp or a moonlit front step