I had a vision once on the super chief god sat smiling in the dining car and when i meet someone i long to talk of this and all the crazy things that make us what we are
instead we'll chat of this and that of politics favorite flicks and california wine i'm awkward and i balk at such inconsequential talk hey by the way what's your sign?
new rooms new rooms i hate new rooms i never know what i will find i ring the bell thinking what the hell then i chicken out and change my mind and just as i'm about to leave the door is opened wide then with pounding pulse and sweating palms i find myself inside
new rooms new rooms i hate new rooms i never know just where to look i go to a shelf get hold of myself and pretend to read a boring book as though my life depends on it what made me come tonight? afraid no one will talk to me afraid someone might
and then we'll chat of this and that of politics favorite flicks and california wine i'm awkward and i balk at such inconsequential talk hey by the way what's your sign
the other night another new room feeling caught and cramped for space a hand touched mine timid and fine but when i turned to see his face too many images interfered too many people pressed but someone felt the same as i dumb and dispossessed someone else is lonely to at least we know we're not unique perhaps some time in another new room we'll meet again and speak of all the crazy things that make us what we are god sat smiling in the dining car...