#percolator

It’s not my fault it wasn’t up to you
Christmas eve comes once a year and that will never do
Your image started fading, I closed my eyes to see
Tell me, do you close your eyes for me?

Now your door seems half a world away
The price of gasoline is more than I can pay
Plus I don’t have a car I can call my very own
I guess I’ll spend another night alone

If I could say I’m sorry, who would I say it to?
Besides apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you

You know it’s true
Should I say too bad, or so what?
What’s appropriate? should I show it?
Call you on the phone and let you know it?

Back at my house there’s nothing on T.V.
The bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me

I watched you from a distance, for too briefly held you close
I guess that’s just the way this story goes