Elliott Smith Lyrics

A Victrola in the corner spins Elliott Smith

He is speaking on love and she is wondering what it is

It's just another night in Los Angeles

A loveseat sits empty but her feet find its arm

She leans back into me and just doesn't see the harm

She is woefully unaware of her charm

If you could see what I'm seeing now

You might be onto figuring something out

If you could get yourself walking

Maybe get yourself talking

You might be feeling better again

But until then

I'll hold your hand

When things don't go as planned

I'll be your man

A spokesman for depression flashes on her screen

She is thumbing through ruts and sitting on dreams

It's just another fight for self-esteem

If you could sow a couple seeds of doubt

You might be onto figuring something out

If you could get yourself walking

Maybe get yourself talking

You might be feeling better again

But until then

I'll hold your hand

When things don't go as planned

I'll be your man

And you've got a way of turning bright in your life grey

And I've got a way of not saying what I should say

Just a couple of kids

Standing in our own way

A Victrola in the corner spins Elliott Smith

He is speaking on love and I'm wondering what it is

Well it's just another night in Los Angeles