From the recording Bird On Fire
I’m so fucking lonely. I ain’t even high.
Nobody knows me. God knows they try.
Some people talk it. Some people lie.
I’m sick of people talking and I’ve heard every line.
I see your eyes sparkle when they look into mine. Yea.
Some people talk and you can hear a bell ring.
Some people talk and you don’t hear a thing.
Oh no, here we go again. .
Sing me that song, my friend
And medicate me Magdalene
Until I come down again
We don’t come together. We don’t come alone.
How is the weather? Dry as a bone.
Some people talk it, then go home alone.
I’ve seen your eyes rise like a couple of planets.
We wouldn’t be together even if we’d planned it. Yea.
I’m sick of people talking when they don’t understand.
Just to keep from falling, you held onto my hand.
And I’m feeling so shot down on the street today
I want you to love me then I want to run away
I’m so fucking lonely. But I’m feeling fine.
Nobody Knows me. Anonymities kind.
Some people talk it. Some people lie
I’m sick of people talking and I’ve heard every line
I see your eyes sparkle when they look into mine
Some people come together, you can hear a bell ring
Some people come together and you don’t hear a thing
Michelle Malone ©1996 & 1996, Strange Bird Songs/Ensign Music/ASCAP