can't get clean
i got no good reason
but here i am
in the shower with soapy hands
smell that air, it's like someone's here
but i can't see them
maybe i'm tired of looking
october 2006
let's go to madison
but spare me your story
i'm sorry, it's boring
i'm staring and smiling
but nothing, don't mind me
i've got a dozen new tricks
too bad i'm scared of them
i wrote you a letter
it got there last saturday
despite being hopeful
that bus stopped running years
anyway, the fare's been wasted
on food while you were waiting
stop home and have a drink
now seems we have time to talk it out
we are going nowhere
i'm going nowhere (x4)