Nowhere Near - Tracey Thorn

Dog days of summer

Heat haze and bad temper

And whole days of shouting

«Would you listen to me?»

See, I’m the one in charge now

What happened to me?

I turned into someone’s mother

Really someone should give me a uniform

Or someone should show me where is the door

Or someone should come around and explain

How it is that love forgets to speak its name

And then you turn on the news

And it’s somebody else’s news

And it’s always such bad news

And I’m no good with sad news anymore

Gets me running upstairs

To count heads in tangled beds

And someone tears up that uniform

And somewhere gently closes a door

And I’m right here once more

Crying, confessing, counting my blessings

Don’t let go

Cause we’ll never know

That even when the sky is clear

And the moon looks really close

Well it’s nowhere near