nanci griffith - Drops From My Faucet
drops from the faucet like
a nervous heart
Beat on my porcelain sink
a rhythm avant-garde
I page through the phone book
reach for my fountain pen
Is he comin' in for the holidays
to haunt me again
I call up the Grand Central
information please
Is that nickel line on time
Oh fine
It's a hair-do with a wave
We both forgot and forgave last time
A peddler of pots and pans
down on Union Square
Said City Hall wants us off the street
There's no Christmas in the air
Some high-brows were waiting
Carnation bright lapels
Their big cars line the curbs
outside those grand hotels
I passed a marquee Third Avenue
"Ramona" with Loretta Young and
I swung myself around
And uptown to the train
So this is New Year's eve another
year has passed
We wait so patiently
still they come and go so fast
I stand on this platform wait
for that basket of light
And the sound of the whistlescreamin' out
Like some hot trumpet in the night
And as I'm waitin
I wonder why and where
And what went wrong
But this song don't tell no lies
It was just a quick good-bye