Piano Lessons
I remember piano lessonsThe hours in freezing roomsCruel ears and tiny handsDestroying timeless tunes
She said there's too much out thereToo much already saidYou'd better give up hopingYou're better off in bed
You don't need much to speak ofNo class, no wit, no soulForget you own agendaGet ready to be sold
I feel now like Christine KeelerSleepwaking in the rainI didn't mean to lose directionI didn't want that kind of fame
(Take your hands off my land)
Credit me with some intelligence(if not just credit me)I come in value packs of ten(in five varieties)
And even though I got it all nowMy only stupid dreamIs you and me togetherAnd how it should have been
I remember piano lessonsNow everything seems clearYou waiting under streetlightsFor dreams to disappear