Nanci Griffith - Drops From The Faucet lyrics

The drops from the faucet
Like a nervous heart
Beat on my porcelain sink
A rhythm avant-garde
I page through the phone book
Reach for my fountain pen
Is he comin' in for the
Holidays to haunt me again?
I call up Grand Central, "information please
Is that nickel line on time? Oh fine!"
It's a hair do with a wave
We both forgot and forgave last time

A peddlar of pots and pans
Down on Union Square
Said City Hall wants us off the street
There's no Christmas in the air
Some high-brows were waiting
Carnation bright lapels
Their big cars lined the curbs
Outside those grand hotels
I passed a marquee, Third Avenue
"Ramona" with Loretta Young and
I swung myself around
And (headed) uptown to the train

So this is New year's eve
Another year has passed we wait so patiently
(but) still they come and go so fast
I stand on this platform
Wait for that basket of light
And the sound of the whistle screamin' out
Like some hot trumpet in the night
And as I'm waitin' I wonder why and where
And what went wrong
But this song don't tell no lies
It was just a quick good-bye, yeah