The fireplace isn't real It's some sort of LED light and a mirror But I like that better tonight Sitting here with a woman I don't know at all She's so small
And I'm mad at the sidewalk I'm mad at the rain I'm mad at the band that played Kid Charlemagne in a bar in the village And the solo was fucked all to hell And you could tell
I'm dressed up and waiting for something to change The overhead lighting makes faces so strange But there's something about her that's breaking my heart and my fast How long could it last?
And day after day after day after day passes Day after day after day after day passes Day after day after day after day passes by
The doorman's asleep I don't think I'll wake him He's always so sweet He's here really late every night of the week Letting the right people in The real friends
And there's tea on the table A dog in my lap And I might be capable of taking a nap in this New York apartment Peace in the eye of the storm It's so warm
Well, I'm open and close now to minding the flame She speaks in a whisper and calls me by name And she says I remind her of Calgary, where she was raised It's time to be brave It's time to be brave It's time to be brave