don't want to leave a bed
with a warm body in it
but when the numbers come to flood my head
I have to float on behind
to the grind
of the phone calls
seven buttons
don't you see how fast I can go through a long list of shit to do?
make out a big check
write a little letter
and put a sticky stamp on the post card that I send to you

then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?

I'm a hunchback, hunch
hunched over scribbled notes and numbers that I can't read
hunchback, hunch
hunched over a cheap piano that I can't really play
the other day though
I thought I might find
the kind of faith that could ease my mind
I thought I might learn
I thought I could try
to let a day go by
when I did not sabotage myself

dont wanna wait, I won't wait to see is there anybody out there?

sometimes the sun slides down
leaving stripes in the sky
and I watch my resignation fly away
and I say this is the last day
I'll let myself feel this way

then I wait, I wait to see, is there anybody out there?