Clarinet

[Chorus 1]
She plays her clarinet
In her tiny kitchenette
Looks across the living room
She sees her TV's on

[Verse 1]
It's an old and sordid tale
A static love affair
She knows the faces
But she forgets the names
She moves her hair off her face
Turns out the lights and dissipates

[Chorus 2]
She plays her castanets
By her washer-dryer set
Paces by the open window
Looking down on the street

[Verse 2]
She sympathizes with concrete
To be so gray must bе neat
To have no cracks, to be discreet
To gеt walked on, but feel no pain

[Bridge]
The phone may ring
But she won't answer
What good's an answer
From a second-rate dancer?
I wasn't at home when you called
I'm sorry I missed you
I wasn't at home when you called
I'm sorry I missed you

[Chorus 3]
She plays her dad's keytar
By the linen closet door
Picks a record off the floor
The composers of lost years

[Verse 3]
Neon twitching on and off
For all through read wavering in the dark
She's read the words she knows by heart
Maybe tonight, they'll all come true

[Outro]
Fame is fleeting
Affection's forever
She'll get it right tomorrow
Or if not, whenever