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She comes around on a Thursday night,
With a six pack of Becks and a lot on her mind,
I've got to work tomorrow at eight A.M.,
I find two glasses that have not been used,
She follows me into my room,
She plays that same R.E.M. record again
We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere,
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation
They go out to that club again,
She's the ring that he shows off to his friends,
She looks around dulled to the routine,
Late at night my doorbell rings,
We take a drive and talk about things,
She asks me why she just can't leave
We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere,
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation
Let's talk about ex-girlfriends,
Let's talk about our friends at work,
I'm not above gossip if it's good,
Let's talk about foreign films,
Let's talk about women writers,
This relationship is understood
We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere,
She demands nothing from me but late night conversation
Conversation, conversation
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Quetzalcoatl
- She Has No Control
- Open Road: The Allied Years (1992–1997)
- Nostalgic for Nothing
- J Church / Storm the Tower - Split EP
- How to Be Punk, Volume 1
- Return of the Read Menace
- The Precession of Simulacra - The Map Preceeds the Territory
- Five Years on the Streets
- Yellow, Blue and Green
- Camels, Spilled Corona and the Sound of Mariachi Bands
- One Mississippi
- The Drama of Alienation
- Mailorder is FUN!
- Arbor Vitae
- The Year of the Rat
- Prophylaxis
- Analysis, Yes, Very Nice
- Society Is a Carnivorous Flower