I'm on a frosty bench, reading the obituaries, there's the heart of a ghost beating in me,
A woman sits down at the other end, I said Move along, lady, I don't need a new friend
You're such a prick, she says and I know what she means
Her iPod'd playing that old hit by the Nashville Teens
I said, But sometimes people change
Not us, she said, The likes of you and me It's like we're damned, she said
I said, Could be
So we're sweating in her bath over a salon somewhere and I'm watching her body as she's towelling her hair,
She said she'd been to the cop shop on St Anselm's Row to report herself missing a long time ago,
She said I'll see other men, you got a problem with that
I tore away the towel and we made love on the mat
I said Maybe we'll fall in love
Not us, she said, not you and me It's different for us, she said, don't you agree
So we'd break into office blocks late at night and just float round the rooms by computer light,
Just goofing around, we'd never steal shit
My eyes grow all watery now just thinking 'bout it
They bulldozed most of the places we'd gone
My calendar still shows the month she moved on
I said Maybe we'll meet again
Not us, she said, not you and me For us it just don't happen like that, no sireee
Not us, she said, the likes of you and me It's different for us, she said, always will be