Crumb - Record Company Lyrics

If I could sell records as well
As I sleep I wouldn't dwell on her almost constantly
Well I could sell records as well
I wouldn't be here with you
I wouldn't be here with you now
Well the past eleven years I stayed in bed
If not there, then therein
The only Volvo with anti-crack
Well the past ten times, it don't last
It never does or it never did
Sometimes I'd give my whole life to be dead
The city sleeps another week
Fog rolls in we disappear
No one cares
Well the second verse is a constant curse
Not unlike the first in many ways
And I just can't decide which is worse
These days on a different mood
Which is more romantic
A streetlamp or a moonlit front step
The city sleeps another week
Fog rolls in we disappear
No one cares
The song ends and I'm right back where I began
Always again another no more woe is me
Still a little tired and a little bit lonely
The city sleeps another week
Fog rolls in we disappear
No one cares