None of the Above

An all-night restaurant, North Kildonan Lukewarm coffee tastes like soap I trace your outline in spilled sugar Killing time and killing hope This brand new strip mall chews on farmland As we fish for someone to blame When we communicate in questions All our answers sound the same Under sputtering fluorescence, after re-fills are re-filled Negotiations at a stand-still, spoon and rolling saucer still If you ask how I got so bitter, I'll ask how you got so vain All our questions blur together, the answers always sound the same We can't look at one another so I'll say something thoughtful soon But I can't listen to the quiet so I hum this mindless tune I stole from some dumb country-rock star - I don't even know his name He's like my stupid little Questions: the answers always sound the same Tell me why I have to miss you so Tell me why we sound so lame We communicate in questions All our answers sound the same