you’re here with me for the moment
but I know you’re going back
you have a brown leather suitcase 
you didn’t bother to unpack

I’ve been tying my shoes together 
then I’ve been trying to walk away 
I was a junkie all summer
but autumn’s here any day now

I want to shout what it feels  we are losing for the moment
I want to shout what it feels we are losers on the verge of something great

The stars are directing the future 
what they’re tuning into I can’t say 
but I want the universe to love me 
I’m writing songs every day

There’s a girl singing into a hairbrush 
there’s a mob boss in every man
I wish I could sing tralala
the way Paolo Conte can