10.15

Saturday night

And the tap drips

Under the strip light

And I'm sitting

In the kitchen sink

And the tap drips

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip



Waiting

For the telephone to ring

And I'm wondering

Where she's been

And I'm crying

For yesterday

And the tap drips

Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip



It's always the same