Your Ambivalence
(From Jazz Passengers: In Love)


Well here we are again
In the middle of nowhere
I know that if you could
You'd live in the middle of nowhere
So go home with the waiter
What do I care
You will anyway

Here come your ambivalence
It drains the paint right off the ceiling
I would like to know where I stand
Just for once to end this evening

Someone told me somewhere
They had seen you
Or some parking lot
That claimed to be you
Holding up the traffic
With your nightwear
And here's where I check out

Don't come running back to me
I'm not some kind of charity
The way you wear your tragedies
It's why I hate Los Angeles

Holding up the traffic with your nightwear
Here's where I check out

Have you met my latest fear
It's got a name so you can call it
It comes out whenever you're near
Let it stand or just ignore it

I dreamed I could change myself
I turned into a box of candy
You came by and opened me
Said, "Oh, my favorite! Cherry brandy."