Vancouver Lonely Hearts Club

You’re sitting right next to me
and we’ve tired of the Olympics

Southern catcalls ring out in the tiny apartment
and I can barely see you through the smoke

What are we doing here?
Why do you seem so far?

You ask me questions
and I answer with nervous smiles

Age keeps coming at us faster
during these days that are slow as hell

I don’t think I can see you anymore
until my perception has changed

You call me by the wrong name
and I go home again unsatisfied