All Of This And Nothing

A phone book full of accidents A girl to drive your car A suit to wear on Mondays And a coat, a magazine A heavy rain a holiday A painting of the wall A knife, a fork and memories A light to see it all You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you 'round Dominoes a pack of cards A picture of the queen A dress to wear on Sundays And a handle for the door A letter that I sent for you A note you left for me A wave, a pack of cigarettes A pocket full of beads You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you on You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you 'round You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you on The sound of people getting drunk A ceiling and a sky A bank that's full of promises A telephone that lies A visit from your doctor He crawls in through the door A mirror you can look in So that you know where you are You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Hey I never meant that stuff I want to turn you 'round You didn't leave me anything That I can understand Now I'm left with all of this A room full of your trash