NOTHING'S NEW
I saw her
again after three or four years, I guess
Carrying shopping bags in the middle of the crowded street
Not the best place for conversation
To be honest, I was hoping she wouldn't see me
Then I could say to myself
Well, what I could I do, I was looking straight into her eyes
But she sent one of her enchanting smiles...
She was looking...a little different
Kind of older but still pretty and satisfied with her life
At least she seemed that way
Probably not everything was ideal
She didn't mention it
And I wasn't interested in details
But then she pressed me with the whole bunch of questions
About my life And it was a little embarrassing
I'm not that successful I mean, what could I say
Should I say that I still live alone
Or I'm in love with the beautiful blond girl
Who doesn't care for me, of course
It always sounds so pathetic
I'm just a loner I admit I've never learned to talk to women
And create a serious long lasting relationship
No matter what that means I survived a war
Ain't that something
They took my driving license I had a few drinks, but wasn't feelin' drunk
You know Sometimes I think the state just doesn't like me
It occurs to me very often I really do wanna go to Canada, New Zealand, Australia
Or somewhere far, far away I mean, what I could say
I just said nothing's new
Nothing's new
As times goes by
Nothing's new
In my life
An old guitar over black leather jacket
Where am I goin'?
Where can I find some decent respect
For a human being
I said hello but I meant goodbye
You know what I'm feelin'
I sent a message to Jesus Christ I'm leaving
I see you wouldn't like
You wouldn't like me to touch you
You don't have to say
I know you wouldn't like
You wouldn't like me to touch you
And I don't have to stay
(M. Petrak)