Radio Silence

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

Someone calls me on the phone
I say that I am not alone
"I can’t talk now, I’ll call back soon"
Then turn back to my empty room
I don’t want to speak to them
I don’t 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 I’m on my own
I don’t want to see them
I don’t give a damn what they say

The radio is playing still
I throw it from my windowsill
The DJ’s talk is so inane
It’s nearly driving me insane
I don’t wanna listen to them
I don’t give a damn what they play