Drops From The Faucet Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Drops in the faucet like a nervous heart 

Beat on my porcelain sink a rhythm avant-garde 

I page through the phone book, reach for my fountain pen 

Is he comin' in for the holidays to haunt me again? 

I call up the Grand central, information please 

Is that nickel line on time, oh fine 

And it's a hair-do with a wave 

We've both forgot and forgave last time 

A peddler of pots and pans down on Union Square 

Said City Hall wants us off the street 

There's no Christmas in the air 

Some high-brows were waiting 

Carnation bright lapels 

Their big cars line the curbs outside those grand hotels 

I passed a Marquee, Third Avenue 

Ramona with Loretta Young and I swung myself around 

And headed uptown to the train 

So this is New Year's Eve another year has passed 

We wait so patiently, still they come and go so fast 

I stand on this platform wait for that basket of light 

And the sound of the whistle screamin' out 

Like a hot trumpet in the night 

And as I'm waitin' I wonder why and where 

And what went wrong 

But this song don't tell no lies 

It was just a quick good-bye