Letras:
Ben Folds Five

She plays wipe out on the drums The squirrels and the birds come Gather 'round and sing the guitar Oh I have you got nothing to say? When all words fail

I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes And in the morning, put my feet on the floor and thought

Come on Your uncle Walter's goin' on and on 'Bout everything he's seen and done The voice of fifty years experience He's drunk watchin' the television

Barren stares as they light up the screen Bearing teardrops that shatter in slow motion Novocaine our brains and we're out like lights And as I'm growing

I'd like to tell you, like to tell you Tell you everything 'Cause nothing changes, ever changes Doesn't seem the same these days Dave's been a mess since

Destiny was calling Monday afternoon Wednesday, you'll be crawling And you'll pray to be there soon With sports and wine, yeah, yeah Sports and wine,

6 A.M., day after Christmas I throw some clothes on in the dark The smell of cold car seat is freezing The world is sleeping and I am numb Up the stairs

What I've kept with me And what I've thrown away Don't know where the hell I've ended up On this glary, random day Were the things I really cared about

Fred Jones was worn out From caring for his often Screaming and crying wife During the day but He couldn't sleep at night For fear that she In a stupor