New Rooms Songtext

i long to talk of this

and all the crazy things

that make us what we are



instead we'll chat

of this and that

of politics

favorite flicks

and california wine

i'm awkward
and i balk

at such inconsequential talk

hey by the way

what's your sign?



new rooms new rooms

i hate new rooms

i never know

what i will find

i ring the bell

thinking what the hell

then i chicken out

and change my mind

and just as i'm

about to leave

the door is opened wide

then with pounding pulse

and sweating palms

i find myself inside



new rooms new rooms

i hate new rooms

i never know

just where to look

i go to a shelf

get hold of myself

and pretend to read

a boring book

as though my life

depends on it

what made me come tonight?

afraid no one will talk to me

afraid someone might



and then we'll chat

of this and that

of politics

favorite flicks

and california wine

i'm awkward

and i balk

at such inconsequential talk

hey by the way

what's your sign



the other night

another new room

feeling caught

and cramped for space

a hand touched mine

timid and fine

but when i turned

to see his face

too many images interfered

too many people pressed

but someone felt

the same as i

dumb and dispossessed

someone else

is lonely to

at least we know

we're not unique

perhaps some time

in another new room

we'll meet again

and speak

of all the crazy things

that make us what we are

god sat smiling

in the dining car...