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 La Boheme On the Radio Copyright 2003 by Adam Selzer. All rights reserved, ASCAP
February afternoon driving down the lane When she knows I see her staring she quickly turns away The sound comes through the static and she tries to sing along Her tiny hand is frozen and she gets the whole thing wrong She's listening to an opera She never listens to me. She sips a cup of coffee with French vanilla cream Hums the parts she knows of the Café Momus theme Loooking out her window she never breaks her stare Doesn't know I'm watching as she ties back her hair She's listening to an opera She never listens to me The snow from January is still sitting on the ground She pulls out another cigarrette and turns the volume down As I pull on to Horton they're pausing for station ID She asks if I think it'll snow tonight without even looking at me When the aria is over she rolls her window down And flicks a couple ashes at the outskirts of the town she's listening to an opera she never listens to me. "che gelida manina, se la lasci riscaldor" July 02 - January 03 BACK TO HOME PAGE Copyright 2003 by Adam Selzer, all rights reserved, ASCAP |
