Lyrics

She comes around on a Thursday night With a six pack of Becks and a lot on her mind I've got to work tomorrow at eight A.M., I find two glasses that have not been used She follows me into my room She plays that same R.E.M. record again We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere She demands nothing from me but late night conversation They go out to that club again She's the ring that he shows off to his friends She looks around dulled to the routine Late at night my doorbell rings We take a drive and talk about things She asks me why she just can't leave We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere She demands nothing from me but late night conversation Let's talk about ex-girlfriends Let's talk about our friends at work I'm not above gossip if it's good Let's talk about foreign films Let's talk about women writers This relationship is understood We've got nowhere to go so we're, we're heading nowhere She demands nothing from me but late night conversation Conversation, conversation