white room

Sheryl Crow

[Clapton]
In the white room with black curtains by the station.
Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dawnlight smiles on you leaving, my contentment.

[Crow]
I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves.

[Clapton]
You said no strings could secure you at the station.
Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station.
When I walked out, felt my own need just beginning.

[Crow]
I'll sleep in this place where the sun never shines;
Wait in the dark where the shadows run from themselves.

[Clapton]
At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd.
Consolation for the old wound now forgotten.
Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes.
Now she's dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings.

[Crow]
I'll wait in the queue where the trains come around;
Wait here with you where the shadows run from themselves.