Testo di Wednesday Overcast

I heard you were back in the country Looking for me And that your heart was broken And your head was clean Down here on the carpet Stale smoke and rich dreams A motel in Carmel And empty stomach of weed Left me in outer space Reasons for your need St-stuck here, no answers No peace A train to the coast For hours once a week In the pub corner Surrounded by creeps They spoke of the violence And racist police And old red bricks And ten cups of tea This place was forgotten From history I lay in silence Before we arranged to meet The mirror was small And behind lots of trees My head was empty My life was discreet A lot has changed Now a lot means to me