She kills, with foreign films   The emptiness of day to day   And I wait until the weekend comes   So I can clear this uselessness from my brain      I count the days until she arrives   Those precious minutes when she is mine   As we walk from my front door to her car   We are so close and alone      But that will disappear   In a room filled with the warmth   Of others, of others company   There is too much company      There is too much company      So I hide my wounded pride   And stare off into the other cars   If I could just speak the words to tell her   Exactly how I feel      I count the ways that I might say it   But I know that none of them will work   Because she won't feel the same   I've come this far      But I can't go through with it   Because the truth would hurt   Too much, it hurts too much   This hurts too much      She goes back to the West Coast   To drink in the sunshine   And I will stay here in these dead plains   And try to make a seed grow   And I would pray for rain   If I thought that it would help