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 it's 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

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