On the windowsill my elbow's numb
  as I heard the door go and saw your car,
as it glides onto the road,   double glazed to dumbness,
sodding off and I can't hear you go and that's typical.
 
There you sit in the driving seat
and your teeth chew gum though your lips don't move.
You've got the dial for the heater up high
and your eyes have moved to the corny sky.
And you see clear through and that's typical of you.
 
  It's nearly four, now I can't see your car anymore,
so, I close my eyes with my eyelids.
Fat like a coiled spring and set to jump at anything,
so well prepared to make a fuss and that's typical of us.
 
                              And that's typical.
                              And that's typical.
                              And that's typical.