I see you coming
there’s no place I can go
You’ll sit beside me
mouth moving to and fro
I’d like to go somewhere
maybe go for a walk
’cause I’m not really in the mood to listen to anybody talk
I’ve heard of places you’re not allowed to speak
Think I’ll check into one, I sure could use it for a week
I’ve been so busy, I’ve had no time to take stock
And I’m not really in the mood to listen to anybody talk
Cancelled the party, maybe you think it’s rude
there’s no excuse for it, I’m just not in the mood
Did it really come as that much of a shock
that I’m not really in the mood to listen to myself talk
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Not really in the mood to listen to anybody
Talk
I was childless and living in Amedeo Garden Court in the back building when I wrote this. It was for a woman I should not have attempted to befriend. More would be rude; I certainly wish her well, wherever she is.
