Nothing here to say what I mean, paper sitting in the machine Nothing will come of this scene tonight Maybe tomorrow I write, if it's alright I don't want to talk on the phone, I don't want to stay here alone Everytime I step out of home the same Trying to push me around, pushing me down
Stormy weather tomorrow, look at the dark sky Dolly's wearing her favorite petticoat, don't cry I fix myself to the gloom, I step across the room Out of my way, stupid cat, or you're dead
Such a long way to the ground, now I'm here and scared to look down I'd like to be happy, inside at ease I see the one's nobody sees up in the trees
I fix myself to the gloom, I step across the room Out of my way, stupid cat, or you're dead