You put nothing on the table But you took away my chair I was looking through the window You were looking at my hair You said Tuesday was a good day I said Tuesday wasn't mine Then you laughed into your coffee And I lost another line Nothing on the table Nothing in my hand You can keep your little answer I don't need to understand There's a button in my pocket From a coat I've never worn There's a letter with no writing That arrived before the dawn You can tell me where you're going You can tell me where you've been But the door is standing open And the cat won't let you in Nothing on the table Nothing in my hand You can keep your little answer I don't need to understand Nothing on the table Nothing in my hand Nothing on the table... I don't need to understand
