Brand New Friend : Lyrics

Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then

If I were to ask you
what would you do with yourself?
If I were to tell you
Would you just talk to yourself?

Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm not asking to be understood
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
I'm just looking for a brand new friend


Walking in the pouring rain
Walking with Jesus and Jane
Jane was in her turtle neck
I was much happier then

Am I asking, oh, for so much?
You could do anything you wanted to
Am I asking, oh, for so much?
Not just something that I can hold down
Because it's all downhill, now

So, let me count the times that we swore and lied
That we'd tie ourselves to the railway line
Let me count the times when of course we lied
Well we knew no better, it was no crime
Let me count the times

I, well, I don't know when I'll be content
But I do know I need a brand new friend.

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She drove her mother's car it was a 2CV
I was most impressed by her casual dress
I was most impressed

Inside a rented room coloured deepest blue
I suppose we found some kind of happiness
To fill the emptiness

We were simply wasting precious time
Hiding from the cruelest summer sky

She took her mother's car to get away from me
Heaven knows that I.. I can sympathize
Oh, I can sympathize

For we were never close if the truth were told
All we ever shared was a taste in clothes
No, we were never close

We were simply losing everything
Underneath the cruelest London sun

We were simply wasting precious time
We were simply wasting precious time
We were simply wasting precious time

Julie said we're drinking far too much coffee
wine and cigarettes and we'll never get no sleep
I first met them at a riverboat party
both of them were speeding I would say

I lived on the edge of all this indulgence
taking notes and trusting in prudence
Julie said to Jim why don't we jump in
while the water is cool and we are still friends

Some say that they o.d.'d on Leonard Cohen
Well, I can see that river whenever I think about them
The river is cruel and the water is deep and blue

I was working then on my great unfinished novel
Please let me introduce myself my name is Ronald
I was okay there until I lost my cool
Now let me introduce you to the rest of the crew

It wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eye

Though there is absolutely no truth to be discovered
Albeit true that there is nothing to be found
We academics are not easily discouraged
Lord, you know wits they come three to the pound

Julie said to Jim look at the state we're in
It was never her intention to conclude anything

It wasn't my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to find sand in my eye
It was just not my style to find surf in my eye
It was much more my style to get sand kicked in my eye
Sand in my eye...