Never Nothing


I walk the floor, I look for you
I check the door, what can I do?
There ain’t never nothing I can really do
There ain’t never nothing I can really do

I say goodnight, expect you’ll call
We’re wound too tight, we’re bound to fall
There ain’t never nothing I can really do
There ain’t never nothing I can really do
   
We can spill our guts on email,
I can write you a rare song
Your reaction’s always female
And of course I’m always wrong.

A hopeless mess, I’m always in
Look back in time, it’s always been,
Cause there’s never nothing I can really do
Cause there’s never nothing I can really do   
I can surf away the hours,
I can wait for you to write,
I can use my magic powers,
I can sit right here all night…

I check the mail, a ton of junk
Nightingale, you've got me in a funk
There ain’t never nothing I can really do
There ain’t never nothing I can really do
 

(c) Scott Calamar

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