Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars   Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars   Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground   Today the rain's just water - it won't stop from falling down.   I get weary waiting for my muse   But in between the times she comes   I still have to tie my shoes   And get on with my day   There are mornings when I'm with (?)   And there are days I have to take the bus.   Life's so rich...   Life's so empty...   Secret rendezvous, long distance from a phone booth   Like two players in a mystery straight out of our youth   Well I'm finding that dramatics have lost their old appeal   I play the part of stoic lover, but I'm not sure how I feel   I get discouraged waiting for the world   To understand this love affair   To understand the girl   There are mornings when Amelia's right beside me   The next thing I know, I taste the salt of the sea.   Life's so rich...   Life's so empty...   Cold black coffee, incessant stream of cars   Cigarette ash lies sprinkled like a fistful of grey stars   Yesterday it rained silver rainbows on the ground   Today the rain's just water - it won't stop from falling down.   As I grow weary, I'm waiting for the world   To understand this love affair   To understand the girl   There are mornings when Amelia's right beside me   The next thing I know, I taste the salt of the sea.   Life's so rich...   Life's so empty...   Life's so strange