Lloyd Cole Everysong
Think you're really something now
Just 'cause I offer you a ride in my brand new car
When you know we're nothing more than just
Smoke and rhetoric and barely rhyming as we are
So don't get so excited
He's not that kind of writer
Chances are we'll wind up
In some godforsaken cul-de-sac not love
No use to get sad about it
Can't love everysong
Well, let's not lose perspective, now
Just because we spend a little time together
While we're on our way
And sure, I'll hold you for a little while
If you ask me, I can stay at least until tomorrow
But now we're halfway through the song
And I'm still tagging along
Surely clouds are coming soon
But as of now, I can see nothing but blue
No use to go second guessing
Can't cry everysong
Maybe the wine is going cheap
At the creative retreat
Maybe our man's smoking something
Because something's feeling scarily like love
No need to complain, no siree, Bob
Can't cry everysong