Like burned out lite bulbs on a Ferris Wheel.
Parking in an orange grove.
With someone that I used to be.
Remember when you were burning for them?
It's time to be saying good-bye.
When the other has gone.
But instead I'll just pour myself a drink.
It's got to be love, I've never felt this way.
The shadows in the road look like a railroad track.
I wonder if he's (ever) really comin' back.
(But) And I should prob'ly wait here by the phone.
Oh baby, this one's from the heart.
(To put ) don't pound a cold chisel thru my heart.
But they were nothin' but apostrophes.
O baby, this one's from the heart.
I can't tell, is that a siren or a saxophone?