Finished on the telephone

Didn't think I'd last this long

Worried my future's untold

Coming up, it's coming on

It's coming on

Pretty pictures in my mind

Close the old Venetian blinds

If they come around again

Don't let Paulie let them in

Never let 'em in

(Yeah)

Nothing is forever, it's a matter of time

Problems seem to multiply

Naturally, it's better when there's no reason why

The reasons stand, the questions liquefy

Finally we're back on track

Trace your finger down her back

If you're down and can't come up

Fill her old forgotten cup

Fill it up

So slowly

Are you feeling lonely?

Slowly shrink away

Stop