Virginia is almost sleeping
The night is getting older
There is static on the tv
And she´s lying on the sofa
The cats crawl over her

Jenny is in the garage
She´s got the car in neutral
She rolls it out so quietly
It´s saturday as usual
It always is

And me I´m in my bedroom drawing in my notebook
Because my hand thinks I´m an artist
But my heart knows I´m a poet
It´s just words they mean so little to me
I can´t seem to deal with total trust
There is something very wrong with me

Daddy´s in the backyard
His hands are getting dirty
And mom is in the kitchen and her cake says that I´m thirteen
Another year

My brother went to college to become a doctor
And if he studies hard enough
He´ll end up just like father
Who hates his life

And me I´m in the bathroom
Crying out my eyelids because it´s hard to Be a man
When you are scared like a little kid
The world has become a little too mean
And I can´t see the point of patient love
When everyone just wants to get fucked