Jamie, I'm alone here on the kitchen floor come on meet me on La Brea just this side of fourth hey don't stop and think about what your roommates say 'cause they never really liked me that much anyway oh they whisper and warn ya and tell ya that something's not right but Jamie, just tell me you won't listen at night
'cause I would buy the writing I'd steal a piece of heaven I might be your salvation I might just set you free but everyone keeps talking like there's something you don't see
Jamie, come and meet me down in this little bar they want to hear me play my songs hey don't stop and listen to what they say behind your back well, they're starving and just making up for everything they lack they whisper and warn ya and tell ya that you're nothing new okay, maybe I've had me a stranger or two
I know that you haven't really heard from me in ten thousand years everyone keeps saying how I build you up just to disappear
Jamie, I'm alone down on the kitchen floor come on, meet me on La Brea like we done before hey don't stop and think about what everybody say they never really liked me that much anyway More from Melissa Etheridge