Radio Silence

Letters coming through my door
Falling on my parquet floor
Postcards tumble on my mat
Frightening my tabby cat
Iím not going to read them
I donít give a damn what they say

Someone calls me on the phone
I say that I am not alone
"I canít talk now, Iíll call back soon"
Then turn back to my empty room
I donít want to speak to them
I donít give a damn what they say

Sometimes people come to call
I hide behind the front-room wall
And wait till they have gone back home
And once again Iím on my own
I donít want to see them
I donít give a damn what they say

The radio is playing still
I throw it from my windowsill
The DJís talk is so inane
Itís nearly driving me insane
I donít wanna listen to them
I donít give a damn what they play