Monday, 3 December 2007

nowhere fast



I’ve got nothing on today
Which is not to say I’m naked
I’m just sans plans
Maybe you could come over
God knows I’m going nowhere fast
Since you asked

Whenever you want
There’s a spot out the front of my place
The time it takes for you get from A to me...
I suppose we’ll just wait and see

I was drunk in the haze of happy hour
But I stumbled into sunshine
And I’m sober somehow
You can be the judge
Come and keep me company
Suddenly I’m lonely
If only you’d come over

Whenever you want
There’s a spot out the front of my place
It’s a tiny space
I said your driving couldn’t be worse
But I really meant just the reverse
You’re a great parker

If we have a great tonight
Tomorrow could be even greater
I love it that you’re so polite
But please don’t say “I’ll see you later”
I’d rather see you sooner
It’s getting darker
There’s not much room
But you’re a great parker


The Lucksmiths - A Great Parker

I feel dreamy today. The not-so-subtle Smiths-quotations in this song are great.

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