Never Even Told Me Her Name

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