Lonely Afternoon - Bob Mould

Well, the silence in this house

It echoes in this house

I pull myself together, say

«Today I will get out»

The world, it changed without me

You should hear what I’ve been told

The streets I see are blasphemy

Lined with paper cups and gold

And in some dream, I think

That every word I dare to speak

Someone’s always leaning over me

Lean all over me

A giant vision in the distance

Chase that rainbow down

I hear a pound, pound, pounding in my chest

I hear a knock, a knocking sound

It’s the slivers flowing through my veins

It’s a sign that I’m alive

You’re lucky, oh my friend, so lucky

You’re lucky just to be alive

As words go turning by

I wish they’d all come clear

In this room

Another lonely afternoon

I can count the lonely days

I get by, as they go by

Standing in the stairway by this room

By this room

(They've held me down for long enough;

Like a flower, I need to grow)

The frail and tender heart

Been shipwrecked with a fool

Feeling so abused, well, sometimes

Life can be so cruel

And the ones who make decisions for you

Well, they better understand

But you don’t know what made me think of that

Lonely afternoon