cold black coffee

incessant stream of cars

cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars

yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground

today the rain's just water

it won't stop from falling down



i grow weary waiting for my muse

but in between the times she comes

i still have to tie my shoes

and get on with my day

there are mornings when i'm more vigorous

and there are days i have to take the bus



life's so rich

life's so empty



secret rendezvous

long distance from a phone booth

like two players in a mystery straight out of our youth

well i'm finding that dramatics have lost their old appeal

i play the part of stoic lover but i'm not sure how i feel

i get discouraged waiting for the world

to understand this love affair

to understand the girl

there are moments when amelia's right beside me

the next thing i know

i taste the salt of the sea



life's so rich

life's so empty



cold black coffee

incessant stream of cars

cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars

yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground

today the rain's just water

it won't stop from falling down



i grow weary i'm waiting for the world

to understand this love affair

to understand the girl

there are moments when amelia's right beside me

the next thing i know, i taste the salt of the sea



life's so rich

life's so empty

life's so strange

oh