Lisa Bastoni: Music

I wished I lived in your town
Where the weather's always nice
With movie stars and hummingbirds
And birds of paradise
I wished that you loved me
The way that I loved you
You said not to bother
You got a cold heart
It changes like the moon

When you figure it out,
Don't call me 'cause I'm so happy
I don't want to hear about
Who's sorry now

I wrote in my diary of wanderlust
The same old story
All these roads in front of me
And I'm looking for my destiny
In orange juice and dirty plates
In diners on the interstate
A Whiter Shade of Pale
Is on the sky and on the radio
And I don't mind that I am here alone

When you figure it out
Don't call me 'cause I'm so happy
I don't want to hear about
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry

If I never hear my name
Coming from your lips again
I will be all right, I guess
I live my life with no regrets

When you figure it out
Don't call me 'cause I'm so happy
I don't want to hear about
Who's sorry now
Who's sorry now

(c) and (p) 2004 Lisa Bastoni