(Carly Simon)



I've lived in all of the houses he's built

The one in the air

The one underground

The one on the water

The one in the sand

He says: It doesn't matter how we live

He says: It doesn't matter where we live

We're so close we can dispense with houses

We don't need a home at all



It's come to be a habit with me to dine alone

You're never home

And the evenings end so early

He says: we can be close from afar

He says: the closest people always are

We're so close that in our separation,

There's no distance at all.



Sometimes I gout to the car,

Turn on the headlights

Intending to leave-

Sometimes I need to hear the words,

My imagination's not as strong as you'd believe-

But I've talked to you;

You haven't listened at all.

I've said I'm numb,

I can't even cry,

I'm stuck with acting out a part.

He says: what do words ever reveal?

He says: in speaking one can be so false-

We're so close we have a silent language,

We don't need words at all.



There's a husky voice

That speaks to me in the dark

And on the phone from studios

And Westside bars,

Through tunnels of long distance.

He says: we're beyond flowers

He says: We're beyond compliments-

We're so close we can dispense with love

We don't need love at all.