October - Naomi

She wears her Japanese silk slippers

She’s standing in a blizzard of post-it notes

On an Afghan rug and smiles

I comb a hand through my hair

I’m fumbling for a word but it’s not there

There’s just a blind spot in my memory

A friend wrote me a letter

From his cigarette break

He says he kind of found religion now

He says he’s doing fine

A motorbike is roaring by outside

I think it would be nice to take a ride

Or spend a while in someone else’s head

On the street the psychedelic alcoholic

From number 14 passes me by

He grins as if he knew something

Rent a flat, says a poster

Rent a thought, rent a lifestyle

Today I saw a shopping cart duel

In the supermarket aisle

No sweets in the sweet shop

No wind in the tree tops

And there’s something in the air

Early snow in October

All the drunkards are sober

And there’s something in the air

All the while I think I gotta leave

No-one's nice these days

And no-one pays their bills and I’ve been told

My heart’s in perfect shape

Salesmen mumble bible quotings

On the radio like tinnitus

Irony is over, take the trash out

Who said that?

No sweets in the sweet shop

No wind in the tree tops

And there’s something in the air

Early snow in October

All the drunkards are sober

And there’s something in the air

She wears her Japanese silk slippers

She’s standing in a blizzard of post-it notes

On an Afghan rug and smiles

The world has turned into a blur

With only random scenes in focus

Cut-out images I cannot possibly explain

No sweets in the sweet shop

No wind in the tree tops

And there’s something in the air

Early snow in October

All the drunkards are sober

And there’s something in the air