An all-night restaurant, North Kildonan
lukewarm coffee tastes like soap
I trace your outline in spilled sugar
killing time and killing hope
this brand new strip mall chews on farmland, as we fish for someone to blame
we communicate in questions, and all our answers sound the same
under sputtering flourescents, after re-fills are re-filled
negotiations at a stand-still, spoon and rolling saucer still
if you ask how I got so bitter, I'll ask how you got so vain
all our questions blur together, the answers always sound the same
we can't look at one another so I'll say something thoughtful soon
but I can't listen to the quiet so I hum this mindless tune
I stole from some dumb country-rock star - I don't even know his name
he’s like my stupid little questions: the answers always sound the same
tell me why I have to miss you so tell me why we sound so lame
we communicate in questions and all our answers sound the same

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