Monday, May 15, 2006

Miss You, Nikolai

The circus is falling down on its knees
Big top is crumbling down
Its raining in Baltimore, fifty miles east
Where you should be, noones around
I need a phone call
I need a rain coat
I need a big love
I need a phone call
These train conversations are passing me by
And I dont have nothing to say
You get what you pay for
But I just had no intention of living this way
I need a phone call
I need a plane ride
I need a sun burn
I need a rain coat
And I get no answers, and I dont get no change
Its raining in Baltimore baby, but everything else is the same
Thers things I'll remember, and things I'll forget
I miss you, I guess that I should
Three thousand, five hundred miles away, but what would you change if you could?
I need a phone call
Maybe I should buy a new car
I can always hear a freight traing baby if I listen real hard
And I wish it was a small world
Cause I'm lonely for teh big towns
I'd like to hear a little guitar
I guess its time to put the top down
I need a phone call
I need a rain coat
I really need a rain coat

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It's time for a blog post, Chloé.

-- The Prime Minister