Newspaper Wife - Vonda Shepard

Sitting here in this dirty bar

Watching the trash go by

She’s selling cigarettes and lollipops

She’s got a sparkle in her black eye

She says «Maybe my time will come»

Maybe my time will come

He said he’d sweep her off her feet

Defying all of gravity

Well she’d move any bright city

To fill this gaping cavity… she says

I’m a slave in this empty life

Diggin' my grave I’m his newspaper wife

Well he must have a very small broom

As she sits in this very large room

Maybe it’s just a piece of straw

She says why am I so in awe?

I’m a slave to this empty life

Diggin' my grave I’m his newspaper wife

I’m ashamed of this meaningless life

Diggin' my grave I’m his newspaper wife

She sits across from him

Drinking her coffee

His face is buried in other people’s lives, she says

«I wonder if he’s gonna read forever

I’m his newspaper wife

I’m a slave to this empty life

Diggin' my grave I’m his newspaper wife

I’m ashamed of this meaningless life

Diggin' my grave I’m his newspaper wife