All of This and Nothing

A phonebook full of accidents

A girl to drive your car

A suit to wear on Mondays

And a coat, a magazine

A heavy rain, a holiday

A painting of the wall

A knife, a fork and memories

A light to see it all

You didn't leave me anything

That I can understand

Hey, I never meant that stuff

I want to turn you round

Dominoes, a pack of cards

A picture of the queen

A dress to wear on Sundays and

A handle for the door

A letter that I sent for you

A note you left for me

A wave, a pack of cigarettes

A pocket full of beads

You didn't leave me anything

That I can understand

Hey, I never meant that stuff

I want to turn you on

You didn't leave me anything

That I can understand

Hey, I never meant that stuff

I want to turn you round

You didn't leave me anything

That I can understand

Hey, I never meant that stuff

I want to turn you on

The sound of people getting drunk

A ceiling and a sky

A bank that's full of promises

A telephone that lies

A visit from your doctor, he

Crawls in through the door

A mirror you can look in

So that you know where you are

You didn't leave me anything

That I can understand

Hey, I never meant that stuff

I want to turn you round

You didn't leave me anything

That I can understand

Now, I'm left with all of this

A roomful of your trash