Henry Miller's Flat Songtext
von Josh Rouse

Hard times never looked so good
Dear, dear, dear God, where is she now?
Sitting in the back of Henry Miller′s flat on the telephone
Making chitty chat, getting kinda sad 'cause the money′s gone
The money's gone
Gave it all, everything she earned
Always a few bucks light
Lonely turned to sad, had to call her dad on the telephone
Started packing bags, said she's moving back ′cause it′s been too long
It's been too long If she′s standing on the street like a fighter
Ooh, won't you tell her to come on home?
It′s the melancholy life of a writer
Ooh, won't you tell her she′s not alone?
Sitting in the back of Henry Miller's flat with a catalog
Saying this and that, cutting paragraphs 'cause it′s way too long
Lonely turns to sad, all you really have are your friends, that′s all
Hard times never felt so good
Dear, dear, dear God, where are we now?