The News from Your Bed - Bishop Allen

You were savin the day

but you woke up too late

pulled the covers down over your head

you haven’t left your front door

for a week maybe more

but tell me, hey, what’s the news from your bed?

You know your face is all covered with your birthday cake

that you’re eatin in the kitchen at home

another banner year, a splendid day,

another inch or two that you’ve grown

but it’s hard to celebrate on your own

there’s a mouse in your cubby that nibbles your crumbs

and you talk to him every night

you say, «hey mr.

whiskers I’m bored and I’m numb

you can stay if you just treat me right.»

just last year you were fortunate baby

and your friends stuck round you in droves

are they thinking of you?

maybe just maybe

but not a one is bothered to phone

tell me where oh where did they go?

called a car

about an hour ago

you’re gonna take yourself out

despite the cold and snow

did they forget about you?

are they in on it too?

you sit lookin in the mirror

at your dancin shoes

when your family calls

you make nice to them all

and assure them you’re fine and your great

then you cry in the bath

cry so hard that you laugh

and you watch television till late

who do you need?

nobody

You’re lucky nobody’s around

I could pour my own drinks

no thanks mister

go on, get out of town

and you’re gorgeous in your evening gown