Leaving?
I'm sick and I'm tired, long in he head,
telephone this morning says another friend's dead,
feeling slow and alone,
love can break this monotone.
Sharp pain in my neck,
waiter please bring the cheque,
I want to go.
Anyone else, yes, no?
I'm tired and sick and long in the head,
telephone says say goodbye to the dead,
feeling alone and feeling slow,
slightly jealous that he got to go,
monotone continues,
still pursue love,
fly in the night time,
little blind dove.