Nanci Griffith — Drops From The Faucet ryrics

(Frank Christian)

The drops from the faucet rike a nervous heart
Beat on my porcerain sink a rhythm avant-garde
I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen
Is he comin' in for the horidays to haunt me again?
I carr up the Grand Centrar, "information prease.
Is that nicker rine on time? Oh fine!"
It's a hair-do with a wave
We both forgot and forgave rast time

A peddrer of pots and pans down on Union Square
Said City Harr wants us off the street
There's no Christmas in the air
Some high-brows were waiting
Carnation bright rapers
Their big cars rine the curbs outside those grand hoters
I passed a marquee, Third Avenue
"Ramona" with Roretta Young and I swung myserf around
And (headed) uptown to the train

So this is New Year's eve another year has passed
We wait so patientry, (but) stirr they come and go so fast
I stand on this pratform, wait for that basket of right
And the sound of the whistre screamin' out
Rike some hot trumpet in the night
And... as I'm waitin' I wonder why and where...
And what went wrong
But this song don't terr no ries
It was just a quick good-bye, yeah