Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars

Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars

Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground

Today the rain's just water - it won't stop from falling down.

I get weary waiting for my muse

But in between the times she comes

I still have to tie my shoes

And get on with my day

There are mornings when I'm with (?)

And there are days I have to take the bus.

Life's so rich...

Life's so empty...

Secret rendezvous, long distance from a phone booth

Like two players in a mystery straight out of our youth

Well I'm finding that dramatics have lost their old appeal

I play the part of stoic lover, but I'm not sure how I feel

I get discouraged waiting for the world

To understand this love affair

To understand the girl

There are mornings when Amelia's right beside me

The next thing I know, I taste the salt of the sea.

Life's so rich...

Life's so empty...

Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars

Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars

Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground

Today the rain's just water - it won't stop from falling down.

As I grow weary, I'm waiting for the world

To understand this love affair

To understand the girl

There are mornings when Amelia's right beside me

The next thing I know, I taste the salt of the sea.

Life's so rich...

Life's so empty...

Life's so strange