From the album Five

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Lyrics

I’m sorry I haven’t written you,

I’ve been busy moving

I took a room in China town,

Above the Lazy Susan

It’s got sheets of gray on a bed like hay

A closet where I can lay my shoes in

There’s a telephone just

Down the hall on the wall

I hear it ringing while I’m snoozing


And I dreamed it was you on telephone
Saying when are you coming home?
 
At night I don’t like to be alone

I go down too the Sailors Whore

She pours me a drink

While I sit and think
She lets me just fall down of the floor

There’s a man named Stan

With a hook for a hand
He helps me up to the bathroom door

There’s a telephone just

Down the hall on the wall

I hear it ringing but

I don’t know who it’s for
 
Well I’ll bet it was you on the telephone Saying when are you coming home?
 
Maybe it’s the lack of sleep

Or these sleeping pills I take

My feet are just two cinder blocks

That I’m dragging lick a rake

Maybe it’s you that’s calling me

Well I wish that it were true

But I think closer to the truth

It’s just me that’s missing you
Me that’s missing you