You're really matter-of-fact and I appreciate that
When you don't know where I am, I am out in the back
I am writing you songs I am trying to be clever
I develop my wit though it's not in my character
I'll take whatever I can
From a good friend or an amiable man
But the wisest lines come from songs we never liked
A glass of strawberry wine sent you looking for life
In a bottle I'd bought because the picture was nice
It was pungeant and sweet and it did things to me
And we bathed in our fates in a fermented state
I think it's time we pity our lives
We're so happy all the time
I'll take whatever I can
From a good friend or an amiable man
But the truest words come from songs we've never heard
The cops are who people call on loud August nights
When they've made no effort to look their neighbor in the eye
I'm the only one you'd call and that's what I'd like
And we could talk for hours if the music's alright
But you know it never is,
No
So we're hanging up the phone