Carmine Street - Loudon Wainwright III

In the morning I read the paper

In the evening I watch the news

I sit there in my armchair

I stare, flip, switch, peruse

The stories and the pictures

For me there’s no escape

I read all about it

See it live, see it on tape

It’s there in living color

It’s plain in black and white

Things just go on happening

They go wrong, things aren’t right

In the morning I read the paper

In the evening I watch the news

Every day’s a battle

In a war that you just lose

And I’m there in my armchair

Safe from the world outside

To leave this locked apartment

Would be suicide

My windows have bars on them

I’m safe so it seems

Outside I hear the sirens

Sometimes I hear the screams

In the morning I read the paper

In the evening I watch the news