Cold teacup sitting on the nightstand
Open window, curtains wave
Unmade bed and open drawers
Clothes on the floor and the fan buzzes on
Up pops some burnt toast
A fly has drowned in the kitty's milk
Dry coffee in the pot
But the light in the maker is still on
And the fridge unfroze as the radio tuned itself
That big city turned out so much lonelier
Than the old, small hometown
That crowded city turned out so much emptier
Flickering naked bulb hangs
Over the old kitchen table
A phone rings somewhere once… twice…
Three times, nowhere to be found
Kitty scratching the front door
Talking heads on the TV set
A cigarette has burned to ash
And the washing machine still rumbles on
And the fridge unfroze as the radio tuned itself
That big city turned out so much lonelier
Than the old, small hometown
That crowded city turned out so much emptier
Up pops some burnt toast
A fly has drowned in the kitty's milk
Dry coffee in the pot
But the light on the maker is still on
And the fridge unfroze as the radio tuned itself
That big city turned out so much lonelier
Than the old, small hometown
That crowded city turned out so much emptier
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