On This Cold and Windy Night.

Sit in your car.
The windows up and the engine running.
Scratch your ticket of chance and fortune.
Did you win anything?
And the other.
Stand on the street corner,
on this cold and windy night.
Put your few dimes and nickels in the slot and pick up the phone to dial.
Where are you going tonight?
Where did it all go so wrong?
He tells you you’re beautiful but you think you’re ugly.
It’s because he hasn’t looked you in the eye in 10 years.
Those eyes.
The one’s that sob because you simply didn’t get what you wanted.
Life never worked out exactly how you had expected.
Well, I hope it gets better. I do.
So you, on the corner, make your walk back to the bus station.
And you, in the car, turn the key in your ignition.
Oh, how I wish you wouldn’t cry, on this cold and windy night.