Escrita
por Burton Cummings, foi gravada em 1971 e lançada em julho de 1971
no disco So long, Bannatyne. Foi também lançada como compacto, que
tinha Life in the bloodstream como Lado B.
Chegou
ao número 12 no Canadá e número 50 nos charts pop americanos. Fala
em voltar pra Indianapolis, com o codigo 46201.
A
letra:
Don't
want to listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin'
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin'
I don't want to think
about the night before
Or maybe it's a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin'
Or maybe it's a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin'
If I had the mind or I
had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin'
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin'
But it's too late
now
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
I don't want to think
about a runaway dad
That took away the only thing that I've ever had
Don't even miss him this mornin'
That took away the only thing that I've ever had
Don't even miss him this mornin'
I don't want to think
about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can't help him out this mornin'
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can't help him out this mornin'
Reviewers laugh at me
so I go out to see
And perhaps it's just as well, 'cause I'd rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this mornin'
And perhaps it's just as well, 'cause I'd rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this mornin'
But it's too late
now
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now
Whatever happened to
images, 'cause now they're gone
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin' on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
The conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It's just like four six two zero one
It's just like four six two zero one
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin' on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
The conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It's just like four six two zero one
It's just like four six two zero one
Whatever happened to
early morning urban skies?
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
I'm back here in four six two zero one
I'm back here in four six two zero one
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
I'm back here in four six two zero one
I'm back here in four six two zero one
Some bed is waitin' for
me 'round the corner now
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
Back here in four six two zero one, yeah
Mmm, there's gotta be a few small changes made
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
Back here in four six two zero one, yeah
Mmm, there's gotta be a few small changes made
Don't want to listen to
my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this mornin'
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this mornin'
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