Seymour Glass Lyrics

I've been thinking, maybe over-thinking

I think on that a lot

The hotel's full of ad men from New York

Miami's just so hot

On the beach, Sybil's jealous

What if Sharon takes her place

Muriel does her nails

Calls her mother on the phone

Provides her no details

She's finally on her own

The ashtray overflows

She lights another

In the Ocean room

He plays piano every night

Sharon sits beside him on the bench

Something isn't right

The doctors from New York

Want more information, but say he's fine

Muriel does her nails

Calls her mother on the phone

Provides her no details

She's finally on her own

The ashtray overflows

She lights another

The woman in the elevator

Looks at his feet – he makes a scene

The smell of nail lacquer, leather luggage

Is this really his life?

What's he doing in Miami?

What is he doing with a wife?

Muriel does her nails

Calls her mother on the phone

Provides her no details

She's finally on her own

The ashtray overflows

She lights another