Celebrity traffic jam

As every sun goes down I get less and less impatient now With every word I sing I'm getting less and less of anything And if you have to fall to pieces, fall to pieces And if you've got to fall apart...
She's seeing colours in a million shades of grey She might seem mean but she just comes across that way Another customer, another tray of nothing new She dreams of discotheques in Bali and Corfu...
It's the last night Of your perfect forgettable year In the half light You're certain the ending is clear It's been eating you away It's so good to hear you say Goodbye, calendar Hello, New Year's Day...
Well it seems like only yesterday we picked up our Guitars And played a song for free beer down at Peter Bell's old bar How were we to know it would ever get this far To see my glass could be my last...
What kind of poet am I I couldn't stop you crying I just didn't have the words What kind of fool am I To let you walk away Back to your corner of the world I know that this isn't over There's so much...
Here's one for all the drinks we never shared And here's one for moments never spent Here's one for that photograph You're standing in the sun The city's hours behind Morning's lost Money's spent...
I've come to the end of the bottle But that hasn't stopped the flashing doubts that haunt my mind I'm tired as hell but i can't put my head down I just don't want to see what i might find I get off...
Empty page lies on the table clear my mind again Reach through the ether On the edge of nothing For something new to say Will the words reflect you As you might expect them to Everything you rush...