New Rooms Songtext
von Dory Previn
New Rooms Songtext
I had a vision once on the Super Chief
God sat smiling in the dining car
And when I meet someone I long to talk of this
And all the crazy things that make us what we are
Instead we′ll chat of this and that
Of politics, favorite flicks, and California wine
I'm awkward and I balk at such inconsequential talk
Hey, by the way, what′s your sign?
New rooms, new rooms, I hate new rooms
I never know what I will find
I ring the bell thinking, "What the hell?"
Then I chicken out and change my mind
And just as I'm about to leave
The door is open wide
Then with pounding pulse and sweating palms
I find myself inside
New rooms, I hate new rooms
I never know just where to look
I go to a shelf, get hold of myself
And pretend to read a boring book
As though my life depends on it
What made me come tonight?
Afraid no one will talk to me
Afraid someone might
And then we'll chat of this and that
Of politics, favorite flicks, and California wine
I′m awkward and I balk at such inconsequential talk
Hey, by the way, what′s your sign?
The other night, another new room
Feeling caught and cramped for space
A hand touched mine, timid and fine
But when I turned to see his face
Too many images interfered
Too many people pressed
But someone felt the same as I
Dumb and dispossessed
Someone else is lonely too
At least we know we're not unique
Perhaps sometime in another new room
We′ll meet again and speak
Of all the crazy things that make us what we are
God sat smiling in the dining car
God sat smiling in the dining car
And when I meet someone I long to talk of this
And all the crazy things that make us what we are
Instead we′ll chat of this and that
Of politics, favorite flicks, and California wine
I'm awkward and I balk at such inconsequential talk
Hey, by the way, what′s your sign?
New rooms, new rooms, I hate new rooms
I never know what I will find
I ring the bell thinking, "What the hell?"
Then I chicken out and change my mind
And just as I'm about to leave
The door is open wide
Then with pounding pulse and sweating palms
I find myself inside
New rooms, I hate new rooms
I never know just where to look
I go to a shelf, get hold of myself
And pretend to read a boring book
As though my life depends on it
What made me come tonight?
Afraid no one will talk to me
Afraid someone might
And then we'll chat of this and that
Of politics, favorite flicks, and California wine
I′m awkward and I balk at such inconsequential talk
Hey, by the way, what′s your sign?
The other night, another new room
Feeling caught and cramped for space
A hand touched mine, timid and fine
But when I turned to see his face
Too many images interfered
Too many people pressed
But someone felt the same as I
Dumb and dispossessed
Someone else is lonely too
At least we know we're not unique
Perhaps sometime in another new room
We′ll meet again and speak
Of all the crazy things that make us what we are
God sat smiling in the dining car
Writer(s): Dory Langdon Previn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

