It's cold outside, and the paint's peeling off of my walls. There's a man outside, in a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette. Now the light fades out and I wonder what I'm doing in a room like this. There's a knock on the door, and just for a second I thought I remembered you. So now I'm alone, now I can think for myself, about little deals and issues and things I just don't understand, like a white lie that night or a sly touch at times... I don't think it means anything to you. So I open the door, it's the friend that I'd left in the hallway. Please sit down, a candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed. You know I hate to ask, but are friends electric? Mine's broken down and now I've got no one to love. So I found out your reasons for the phone calls and smiles, and it hurts and I'm lonely and I should never have tried, and I thought I missed you tonight, so it's time to leave... You see it meant everything to me.