Finished on the telephone
Didn't think I'd last this long
Worried my future's untold
Coming up, it's coming on
Ah
It's coming on
Pretty pictures in my mind
Close the old Venetian blinds
If they come around again
Don't let Paulie let them in
Ah
Never let 'em in (Yeah)
Nothing is forever, it's a matter of time
Problems seem to multiply
Naturally, it's better when there's no reason why
The reasons stand, the questions liquify
Finally we're back on track
Trace your finger down her back
If you're down and can't come up
Fill her old forgotten cup
Ah
Fill it up
So slowly
Are you feeling lonely
Slowly shrink away
Stop
