Kathleen - Pere Ubu

Somewhere near

Somewhere far

Somewhere down a street

Past the local bar

A shot and beer kinda homey place

I go inside and tell my story

To a glass of foam

A poet and a heart of gold

Kathleen Wwy don’t you call my name?

Kathleen call me

No one hears me tell the truth

I lost the track of time

The blush of youth

A world that time forgot

A skittle bowl social swirl

Bowl of chili

Onion rings

The check on time and a Rolling Rock

Kathleen Wwy don’t you call my name?

Kathleen call me

Self pity is a terrible thing to waste

I’ve dropped out of line

Past my prime

Slav to a way of life

I’m just the sort of fellow

To tll a story to

Waiting at a bus stop

Banging on a desktop

I long to see you

Kathleen Wwy don’t you call my name?

Kathleen call me

Something near

Something far

Something down a street

Past the local bar

A shot and beer kinda homey thing

I go inside to show my face

It’s someone I barely know

A poet and a heart of gold

Kathleen call me