She kills, with foreign films

The emptiness of day to day

And I wait until the weekend comes

So I can clear this uselessness from my brain

I count the days until she arrives

Those precious minutes when she is mine

As we walk from my front door to her car

We're so close and alone

But that will disappear

In a room filled with the warmth of others...

Of others' company

There's just too much company

There's just too much company

So I hide my wounded pride

And stare off into the other cars

If I could just speak the words

To tell her exactly how I feel

I count the ways that I might say it

But I know that none of them will work

Because she won't feel the same

We've got this far

But I can't go through with it

Because the truth would hurt too much

It hurts too much

This hurts too much

She goes back to the west coast

To drink in the sunshine

And I will stay here in these dead plains

And try to make this seed grow

And I would pray for rain

If I thought that it would help