Never Even Told Me Her Name
Air Traffic

Suzy was a gladragclad
clown runaround
Never even told me her name
But I found it in a half
burnt pin up Polaroid
Smiling through
wall at her place
Looking at her bed I sat
Sucking on a cigarette
Wonder why I bothered to chase
When I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making time

So I slip away
on the story line
I heard you on the Radio
you were screaming out
you grabbed me by my
Heart and soul
through the speakercone electric hands and
Touched my face
seemed to say
we are here we are

Suzy tried to call said
I'm not waiting for
You to come and sweep me away
It isn't that I don't care
I'm just all wired up
Trying to think of something to say

Clinging to a credit card
Waiting for the phone to stop
Take me back to heaven again
'cus I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making sound

So I slip away
on the story line
I heard you on the Radio
you were screaming out
you grabbed me by my
Heart and soul
through the speakercone electric hands and
Touched my face seemed to say
we are here we are

Don't stop Don't stop I'm coming
Down where I can
find my feet again
So I slip away
on the story line
I heard you on the Radio
you were screaming out
you grabbed me by my
Heart and soul
through the speakercone electric hands and
Touched my face seemed to say
we are here we are