Eskimo Coat

I saw you standing by the smoke machine
You were fiddling in your pocket for some change
You never had the time to talk
Too cool for all of us
Falling in and out of love

You were passing out your number
I didn't know him from Adam
But I couldn't give a fuck
You never had the time to talk
And now you know enough's enough
And I'm in trouble

My Eskimo, you wait till I undress and go
My Eskimo, I'm the last one standing

I saw you waiting for an east bound train
You were flicking through an endless page
You never even looked up
Too cool for all of us
Celebrate the little stuff

You were wrapped up in sheepskin
Huddled by the window
I could see you were reading Raymond Carver
And I slipped you a note on cigarette paper

My Eskimo, you wait till I undress and go
My Eskimo, I'm the last one standing