Emma tried to run away I followed her across the city She went out to the Easter House Because she liked the sound of it She didnt have a single penny She stuck her finger in the air She tried to flag down an aeroplane I suppose she needs a holiday I put my arm around her waist She put me on the ground with Judo She didnt recognize my face She wasnt even looking Lauras feeling just ideal Her horoscope was nearly perfect Shes thinking of something to do Because she is The Birthday Girl She walked out to the edge of town She saw me lying in the park She took Emma by the hand Theyve got a lot in common Ill leave them to do what they want Ill leave them to do what they need to Ill go and play with words and pictures Ill admit Im feeling strange [Interminable three chord break] Im not as sad as Dostoevsky Im not as clever as Mark Twain Ill only buy a book for the way it looks And then I stick it on the shelf again Now, I could tell you what Im thinking But it never seems to do you good Its beyond me what a girl can see Im only lucid when Im writing songs This is just a modern rock song This is just a sorry lament Were four boys in our corduroys Were not terrific but were competent Stevies full of good intentions Richards into rock n roll Stuarts staying in, and he thinks its a sin That he has to leave the house at all This is just a modern rock song This is just a tender affair I count three, four And then we start to slow Because a song has got to stop somewhere
emma, song, rock, modern, interminable