Air Traffic Never Even Told Me Her Name lyrics

Suzy was a glad rag clad clown run around
Never even told me her name
But I found it in a half burnt, pin up Polaroid
Smiling through the wall at her place

Looking at her bed, I sat
Sucking on a cigarette
Wonder why I bothered to chase
When I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making time

So I slip away on the story line
I heard you on the radio, you were screaming out
You grabbed me by my heart and soul
Through the speaker cone, electric hands
And touched my face seemed to say
"We are here, we are"

Suzy tried to call, said, "I'm not waiting
For you to come and sweep me away"
It isn't that I don't care, I'm just all wired up
Trying to think of something to say

Clinging to a credit card

Waiting for the phone to stop
Take me back to heaven again
'Cause I'm tired of making time
I'm tired of making sound

So I slip away on the story line
I heard you on the radio, you were screaming out
You grabbed me by my heart and soul
Through the speaker cone, electric hands
And touched my face seemed to say
"We are here, we are"

Don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming
Down where I can find my feet again

So I slip away on the story line
I heard you on the radio, you were screaming out
You grabbed me by my heart and soul
Through the speaker cone, electric hands
And touched my face seemed to say
"We are here, we are"