Talk to you

I sit and think of my relations

I was born a catholic child

But now I stare out stormy windows

And talk to you

I heard them ask if I’m a rich man

They seem convinced that I’m a fool

I wonder how much they can take now

Guess I’ll talk to you

Somebodies selling, somebodies buying

Everybody wants everything

And in the end it’s all a lot of nothing

That’s why I talk to you

I’m tired scared and alone now

I don’t know what to do

How I’d love a destination

So I talk to you