[Chorus 1]

She plays her clarinet

In her tiny kitchenette

Looks across the living room

She sees her TV's on

[Verse 1]

It's an old and sordid tale

A static love affair

She knows the faces

But she forgets the names

She moves her hair off her face

Turns out the lights and dissipates

[Chorus 2]

She plays her castanets

By her washer-dryer set

Paces by the open window

Looking down on the street

[Verse 2]

She sympathizes with concrete

To be so gray must bе neat

To have no cracks, to be discreet

To gеt walked on, but feel no pain

[Bridge]

The phone may ring

But she won't answer

What good's an answer

From a second-rate dancer?

I wasn't at home when you called

I'm sorry I missed you

I wasn't at home when you called

I'm sorry I missed you

[Chorus 3]

She plays her dad's keytar

By the linen closet door

Picks a record off the floor

The composers of lost years

[Verse 3]

Neon twitching on and off

For all through read wavering in the dark

She's read the words she knows by heart

Maybe tonight, they'll all come true

[Outro]

Fame is fleeting

Affection's forever

She'll get it right tomorrow

Or if not, whenever