From Newman Street

What do you do when you're alone

Washing the dishes

Singing the same songs?

Still, my love grows

Still, my love grows

Loving you, it's an old ache

Like a soft drumming rising in my sink

Higher and higher

Watch it go

Higher and higher

Out the door

Wishing you well

From Newman Street

How is the weather on the open sea?

Now I sit here all alone

Keeping control