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The News From Your Bed Tab

by Bishop Allen


Intro: 

                   
You were saving the date
                    
But you woke up too late
                                
Pulled the covers down over your head
                            
You haven't left your front door
                 
For a week maybe more
                                            
Tell me, hey, what's the news from your bed

                                            
You know your face is all covered with your birthday cake
                                    
That you're eating in the kitchen at home
                        
Another banner year, a splendid day
                               
Another inch or two that you've grown
                                   
But it's hard to celebrate on your own

                                                 
There's a mouse in the cupboard that nibbles your crumbs
                         
And you talk to him every night
                                             
You say, 'Hey, Mr. Whiskers, I'm bored and I'm numb
                                        
You can stay if you just treat me right'

                                 
Just last year you were fortunate baby
                                      
And your friends circled around you in droves
                          
Are they thinking of you? Maybe just maybe
                             
But not a one has bothered to phone
                                  
Tell me where, oh, where did they go?

Interlude:     x4

                     
Called a car about an hour ago
             
You're gonna take yourself out
             
Despite the cold and snow
           
Did they forget about you?
         
Are they in on it too?
                
You're sitting looking in the mirror
                         
At your dancing shoes

                                           
When your family calls you make nice to them all
                                           
And assure them you're fine and you're great
                                             
Then you cry in the bath, cry so hard that you laugh
                                   
Then you watch television til late

                  
Who do you need?   Nobody
                      
You're lucky nobody's around
       
I can pour my own drinks
                                           
No thanks, Mister. Go on, and get out of town
                                     
And you're gorgeous in your evening gown