All night restaurant, Norh Kildonan
Luke warm coffee tastes like soap
I trace you outline in spilled sugar,
killing time and killing hope
This brand new strip mall chews on farmland as we fish for someone to blame
But we communicate in questions,
and all our answers sound the same
Under sputtering flourescents,
after re-fills are re-filled
Negotiations at a stand-still,
spoon and rolling saucer stilled
If you ask how I got so bitter,
I'll ask how you got so vain
And all our questions blur together
The answers always sound the same
We can't look at one another
I'll say something thoughtful soon,
but I can't listen to the quiet so I hum this mindless tune
I stole from some dumb country-rock star
I don't even know his name
It's like my stupid little questions:
the answers always sound the same
Tell me why we sound so lame
Why we communicate in questions and all our answers sound the same