Paroles de Lonesome

Sunday night, by subway light But the train is still far away You said you'd come By now everyone is drinking wine From paper cups… Are you lonesome tonight Do you feel a little achy I don't think you have a fever, But I don't know…you do seem cold. It's like black, black, black, black Black cars you can't see into. Leaving you wondering And waiting on the curb With all their little secrets So keep on running from the winter But you can't help missing the snow And all these unfamiliar people Who can't ever go back home Who can't ever go back home