White Piano in San Diego

And there we have it my little babies

Maybe you'll ask if it's all been worth it

Or maybe you'll ask the desk clerk if there's a better room available

File your thoughts away and hope no one ever discovers what you're really thinking

Or there's always that door that needs fixing

Scream until your vision turns purple

Or catch your breath and say something next time because this is your stop

Stand there and listen as the words wash through you

Or smile politely and whisper "You bore me"

Hell, maybe the bell doesn't apply to you

Or does the sight of filing people wrap you like a warm blanket?

Or maybe, just maybe, there's the love of your life exiting from the church

Oh look! Here's mom and dad arriving in that brand new car they've been looking forward to getting

And it's practically theirs in a few years time anyway

And it's not the right colour no, you're right

But they got a deal on it and it's perfect, for the time being anyway

And it's the right area, just the right area for the kids, but yes, it's out the way

But we have each other and that's enough

Were you really studying your reflection in the window?

Or were you watching the fence dry with your hand on your hip

And a cup of coffee to your lips that you're not really drinking as you mouth the words to the theme tune of that show that makes you wish you still shared a room?

But as you turn away, remember three things;

One. There is only you

Two. There is only you

Three. There is only you

And failing that maybe you'll buy that white piano in San Diego after all