The Same Conversations

She went back in Los Angeles

sitting around the living room

everyone was still having the same conversations

saying the same old thing

talking about the same things

over and over again

nothing has changed

She was back in London

It's good to see all my old friends

and have some tea with you again

But you're all still ill

having the same conversations

saying the same things over and over

Nothing has changed

I see your face

You're still going to the same parties

Still going to the same parties

In your red party dress

Nothing stays the same

but nothing has really changed

I now seem some more lines on your face

I now seem some more age and maybe grace

I now see you falling from disgrace

unless you change the pace

the story never changes

and we are all the same

And I'm glad I'm not an actress

I guess I'm glad I'm not an actress

For, who places these words on the city scape

Who is the one trying so hard to please

trying so hard to fit in

Who is the one trying to hide ?

Where is this space so-called safe?