Speechwriters Llc Anacortes
Whispering the figure eights that you skate so well
Summer up in Anacortes and it's cold as hell
Should have left town on the eight fifteen
Instead of hanging 'round in the in between
Trying too hard not to make a scene
As we tell each other things that we just don't mean
Call you up for conversation, not to hear you breathe
Sedentary variations of the same tired scenes
Should have left town on the six o two
Instead of hanging 'round with the you-know-who
Find another town, you can get one too
As we tell each other things, make your blood run blue
But I don't have anything I can say that you don't
already know
And I don't have anyplace else that I feel I can
comfortably go
So please, close your eyes
And please, say goodnight
And stay here if you want to, but I'm taking myself
home
Please, let me go
Falling out of convocation on the see-through sea
Hanging 'round the central station, but the ship won't
leave
Should have left town on my one good track
Instead of hanging 'round with my bags all packed
Telling all my friends that it stayed intact
As we tear it up again and it grows right back
But I don't have anything I can say that you don't
already know
And I don't have anyplace else that I feel I can
comfortably go
So please, close your eyes
And please, say goodnight
And stay here if you want to, but I'm taking myself
home
Please, let me go
