I close my eyes and I picture somebody
With eyes big and wide And a dress so short and pretty
Sometimes this weights too heavy
This tide comes against me
And these ghosts won’t leave me alone
And this house is empty
There's papers in the garden
And a mailbox is full of mail
I don’t want anymore
Sometimes I fall behind
And the taxis waiting
But there ain’t no destination
And the dogs ain’t barking no more
And there is coffee on the table
Last week’s newspaper
And small talk coming from next door
It ain’t no surprise That this life it is for living
And it ain’t no surprise That promises are broken
And these television stations
Just too much information
And the carnival sounds through the door
And this small town fever
Is growing even deeper
And there is a smell of stale smoke
From my clothes
And the taxis waiting
But there ain’t no destination
And the dogs ain’t barking no more
And there is coffee on the table
Last week’s newspaper
And small talk coming from next door
The sound of cars against the night
Those restless cats that stray and fight
The television turned down low
It ain’t a case who’s wrong or right
It ain’t a case who’s wrong or right
It’s just a simple easy fact of life
And the taxis waiting
But there ain’t no destination
And the dogs ain’t barking no more
And there is coffee on the table
And last week’s newspaper
And small talk coming from next door