maybe i've forgotten

the name and the address

of everyone i've every know

it's nothin i regret

save it for another day

it's cool except

the kids have run away



i would like a place i could call my own

have a conversation on the telephone

wake up everyday that would be a start

I would not complain of my wounded heart



I was a sagite almost all the time

you used to be a stranger

now you are mine



i wouldn't even trust you

i've not got much to give

we're dealing in the limits

and we don't know who with

you might think i'm out of head

that i'm naive i'll understand

on this occasion it's not true

look at me i'm not you



i would like a place i could call my own

have a conversation on the telephone

wake up everyday that would be a start

I would not complain of my wounded heart



i was a short fuse burning all the time

you were a complete stranger

now you are mine



i would like a place i could call my own

have a conversation on the telephone

wake up everyday that would be a start

I would not complain of my wounded heart



just wait till tomorrow

i geuss that's what they all say

just before they fall apart