None of These Things

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 Ana's 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 And there are desperate lives But none of those things will keep you here Cause none of these things will make you love me