My Chair
What do I see to the right of me?
The man in A-473
He's got a rash where his sleeve's rolled up
And a swizzle stick in his pencil cup
What do I see to the left of me?
It's Ginger from Parsippany
Her hair is brown and her face is red
Her Labrador sleeps on the bed
And what do I see in front of me?
A hint of domesticity
The supervisor's little boys
Their smiling faces, smiling toys
My chair is twenty stories high
I see you when you tell a lie
Where you ate and where you slept
The promises you never kept
You never kept
What do I see to the right of me?
A woman I would rather be
Taller, thinner, better skin
A dimple in her perfect chin
And what do I see to the left of me?
A man that I would rather be
The deeper voice and the dapper clothes
The leather shoes his girlfriend chose
Oh tell me what is left of me
At Great Republic Guaranty
The little kingdom that I rule
As empress of the invoice pool
My chair is twenty stories high
I see you when you tell a lie
Where you ate and where you slept
The promises you never kept
You never kept
My chair is twenty stories high
Another solitary night
I see there is no guarantee
Oh tell me what is left of me
What's left of me