Looks like you're gonna take the easy way out
I heard you on the telephone with a friend
You said: Maybe we'll meet someday in the middle of the street
But I know I'll never see you again
The santa anas' blowing in a lullaby at dawn
Same one I've been listening to all night
I'll wake up in the same place tomorrow and you'll be gone
And there won't even be a fight
There are train lines, there are bus rides
That will take you back and forth from bad to better lives
There are love songs and there are desperate lives
But none of those things will keep you here
'Cause none of these things will make you love me
The clock reads the minutes that will turn into hours
And the hours that will turn us into ghosts
Your cup's here, guarding time with dead and dying flowers
And I can't move it from its post
There are train lines, there are bus rides
That will take you back and forth from bad to better lives
There are love songs and there are desperate lives
But none of those things will keep you here
'Cause none of these things will make you love me
I don't expect you to
And I don't need you to
And I don't wish you would
I just wish you could
I just want to sleep
While the sorrow's cheap
But I think I hear your keys
There are train lines, there are bus rides
That will take you back and forth from bad to better lives
There are love songs, there are desperate lives
But none of those things will keep you here
'Cause none of these things will make you love me
Looks like you're gonna take the easy way out
I heard you on the telephone with a friend
Maybe you'll whisper my name from an old widow's dream
Maybe I'll never see you again
