Where did you go, Angela? Where did you go, Angela?
I have my neurosis, you had your neurosis Together we lay between walls in symbiosis My place is a place I hang my head Your place was a place you shared with your cat
Where did you go, Angela? Where did you go, Angela?
When I'd water my succulents I couldn't help but notice you shamelessly taking selfies I miss seeing your flip-flops laying on the dusty mat in our shared area where I'd step out at night for cigarettes
You lived alone in your fishball existence I traveled the globe, the globetrotting itinerant And when I'd come home there'd be many packages for you And when they were heavy I'd carry your bottle of water, cat litter, and your cat food too You ordered your life like a magic wand from Chewy.com, eBay, and Walmart Bed Bath & Beyond, Zappos and Instacart, Etsy and Amazon.com
One day I came home from Buffalo and to my surprise: Only one package for Angela in the lobby of my building I thought "this is strange, out of character for her", the stairs leading up to my door are high and steep I dragged my luggage up my staircase, by the time I got inside I forgot all about the one single package that was down there for Angela I opened my window to air out my place and I watered my succulents, and I glanced in your window, your place was empty, you were gone, I'm sad and perplexed by your sudden exit
Where did you go, Jennifer? Where did you go, Jennifer? You did my dry cleaning for 32 years And saying goodbye to you had me in tears
Your rent got too high The city half-died I asked you what's left You said you're retiring
I said, "Do you mean there's no government money for you?", and you said no I said, "It must be the same for other small businesses because I also noticed the Pancho's on Polk Street is closed." I went to my local grocery store guy and said "Man, Jenny's down the street and Pancho's are closed." He said "Mark, I know, I saw that, the San Francisco we once knew will never be the same San Francisco."
Where did you go, my beautiful city? Where did you go, my magical city? You're boarded up with plywood now, covered in graffiti You were such a charmer, you once were so pretty
I've gotten tired of waiting in line and being told on which X I can stand I'm tired of being shamed when I reach in my wallet and accidentally hand the cashier cash And being yelled at by clerks when I walk in their store without using hand sanitizer first and not wearing a mask I tell them I'm doing the best to follow their guidelines and do what they ask But before leaving I tell them, "Next time, please relax My reflexes are still programmed to grocery shopping protocol of the very recent past You're a clerk, not a cop, so quit being so bossy, it's not very nice I understand there's a lot of fear going around but please don't forget to be polite"
Where did you go, my boxing gym? Where did you go, the music venue Slim's? Where did you go, my Augusta show? Where did you go, my San Francisco?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
