Flaming June Parka
A troubled drunk Fell in her bed To get to know the best friend he ever had, truly And he dreams of her And he waits for the word Like a dog for his owner, loyal (To a) dead-end job in debt to credit cards If you don't know where to go, it could be a while or never (To an) empty home haunted by the ghosts Which once made him whole, miss the company of someone And he wrote it down in a letter, bye-bye-bye Then he threw it out in the trash, a day later A wounded girl, by her choices Would end up losing the best friend she ever had, truly And she dreams of him And she stares in the mirror There's no inner peace at all
