cold black coffee
incessant stream of cars
cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars
yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground
today the rain's just water
it won't stop from falling down
i grow weary waiting for my muse
but in between the times she comes
i still have to tie my shoes
and get on with my day
there are mornings when i'm more vigorous
and there are days i have to take the bus
life's so rich
life's so empty
secret rendezvous
long distance from a phone booth
like two players in a mystery straight out of our youth
well i'm finding that dramatics have lost their old appeal
i play the part of stoic lover but i'm not sure how i feel
i get discouraged waiting for the world
to understand this love affair
to understand the girl
there are moments when amelia's right beside me
the next thing i know
i taste the salt of the sea
life's so rich
life's so empty
cold black coffee
incessant stream of cars
cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars
yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground
today the rain's just water
it won't stop from falling down
i grow weary i'm waiting for the world
to understand this love affair
to understand the girl
there are moments when amelia's right beside me
the next thing i know, i taste the salt of the sea
life's so rich
life's so empty
life's so strange
oh
