There Are Dishes In The Sink This Morning
They Remind Me Of A Dream
There Are Coffee Cups And Empty Glasses
I Laid Next To A Wet Sponge
I Casually Accept The Image
As Something That I've Seen
I'm Cooking Breakfast
You're On My Radio

You're Dripping Wet From A Mid Day Shower
Soon You'll Be Drying Off Your Dick
I Want To Be Romantic About It
But There's Really Not Much More To It
I Slip Into The Clothes That You Bought Me
And I Pull On My New Boots
I Wait For You To Call
On Your Way Home From Work

I'm Saving Up My Moments
For The Next Time That We Meet
You're Cherry Red I'm A Kick In The Head
And For This I Thought I Would Probably Receive

The Afternoon Is A Study In Stagnation
Seems I Haven't Moved An Inch
I Guess It Stems From A Form Of Frustration
And How We Never Get Enough
I Check My Watch And I Scratch My Head
And I Walk Out On The Deck
I Reach Into My Pocket Book
And I Light My Last Cigarette

I'm Saving Up My Moments
For The Next Time That We Meet
You're Cherry Red I'm A Kick In The Head
And For This I Thought You Would Probably Receive

My Favorite Hour Of Any Day
Is The One Before You Get Home
A Fading Sense Of Anticipation
Is Something I've Come To Know
I Do Not Doubt And We Will Wait It Out
I Would Have Waited Here All Day
You Pull Around The Corner
And You Park In My Driveway
You Pull Around The Corner

It's Been A Lousy Day