Music and Lyrics, cont.

Last night I had too much to drink
Sitting in a club with so many fools
Playing to rules
Trying to impress but feeling rather empty
I had another drink

What a way to spend that evening
They all turn up with their friends
Playing the game
But in the scene I should have been
Far away

Getting up, I feel so bad, remembering what's been before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

The telephone rings and someone speaks
She would very much like to go out to a show
So what can I do - I can't think what to say
She sees through anyway

Out of the front door I go
Traffic's moving rather slow
Arriving late, there she waits
Looking very angry, as cross as she can be

Getting up, I feel so bad, remembering what's been before
I open the door to an empty room
Then I forget

Richard 'Rick' Wright, Paintbox