Nothing here to say what I mean Paper sitting in the machine Nothing will come of this scene Tonight Maybe tomorrow I write If it's alright I don't want to talk on the phone I don't want to stay here alone Every time I step out of home the same Trying to push me around Pushing me down Stormy weather tomorrow Look at the dark sky Dolly's wearing her favorite petticoat Don't cry
I fix myself to the gloom I step across the room Out of my way stupid cat Or you're dead
Such a long way to the ground Now I'm here and scared to look down I'd like to be happy Inside at ease I see the one's nobody sees Up in the trees
I fix myself to the gloom I step across the room Out of my way stupid cat Or you're dead
