(April 1993)
Up on the Fourth Floor
I drank a cup of coffee,
And tried to avoid
Writing this Song.
A fan in the Window,
An Empty Pack of Smokes,
An Empty Daydream
Carries me away.
And I can go on and on
And on and on and on,
But no one is listening
To this song.
Sat on your sofa,
Saw that look in your eyes,
Like something has to be
Happening somewhere
Through several doorways,
A million stair cases,
A million staring eyes
Carry me Away.
It’s only a song,
It’s not like it’s the End of the World.
It’s only the End of the World,
It’s no excuse to write a song.
Up in the evening,
I went to sleep at dawn,
And tried to avoid
Losing this buzz (zzz).
Awoke with a feeling,
That far away look,
A million staring eyes
To carry me away.
And I can go on and on
and on and on and on,
But noone is listening to this song.
© Robert Emmett McWhorter
Published by Hermetic Medical Records (ASCAP)
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