Another city for the weekend,
You stopped by to see an old friend.
You worked the year, you spend the stipend
On yourself.
A sun that's coming out from hiding,
Your bathers on the dashboard drying.
On railway street (?) the smell of ironing
And no one home, you're on your own.
The postcard's blank now that you bought it.
You hesitate, you never thought that
Communication's so important anyway.
Another kitchen in another
Boy's apartment just for fun, yeah.
Spend a night in Dorana.
When morning comes, you call your mum.
Old life, old life, old life, old life.