The Cove

I waited for you down on my street corner

But you never bothered showing up

I was counting on a weekend out of this house

Looks as though I'm out of luck



And if you ever bothered answering your telephone

Maybe I would have gathered the guts to explain that I'm desperate

I really need this, so if you could please pick me up

I would really appreciate it



And we could drive around, wasting the gas

Pretending like we had someplace to be

And I swear to god I'd reach out

If I thought you'd take me seriously