Paul Thompson - Sydney [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

What's up, Sydney? I still miss you
And I don't think your old rosary fits you
I still see you between 3 and 7 AM
They ain't livin' in sin, they just play and pretend
And we're the real thing, right?
Still teaching those jailbirds to sing, right?
And if they never learn to fly
I guess we'll never have to mumble out a long goodbye
Like 'peace', like 'please don't leave me'
I fall in love with waitresses, they don't believe me
And they don't see you like I do
I guess they can't find a sunset to ride to
But we do it to ourselves
Who suggested a phone plan as a sedative?
But when the bill comes in I relive the fights
But when I get space I ignore you, right?
Nah, it isn't really like that
I sing for deaf ears, they write back
And listen, if you're confused
I've got a new reality you're welcome to use

What's up Sydney? I haven't got a call back
I know you think I'm where the other pretty broad's at
I can't calm down till you come back
And I'm wondering, what's a clutch to a bra strap?
What's a god to another god, cast off
With a bad tattoo that she scratched off
And I can't find her now
I tried to bring back the luck, but I ran out somehow
And you don't judge me for that
You've, got drugs on your back I'm accustomed to that
I'm so scared maybe I can't save you
Same time, know I'm still unfaithful
I've brought people to hate you
Like I've got a better place to escape to
Sometimes I wanna live past heaven
Just to show these other crooks that there is half stepping
Nah, it isn't really like that
I see birds I left, they sing back
And listen, if you're confused
I've got a new reality you're welcome to use