DESCRIPTION:
Lyrics:
Sunday Nights that you wanna
Black Velvet Cake
Sweet heart can bargain
Half price mistakes
She will go down with her ship
Like a good captain
You're sitting on the dock
Playing for an audience of one
Pacing your apartment linoleum floors
Get a call from an old friend
She never liked them before
He will drive all over 3 lanes
You sit tight shotgun
Windshield wipers waving
For an audience of one
You came out of the country
Wearing momma's clothes
You were born in the city
Daddy don't know
You need a record you can move to
Well we got one
Drop the needle
We are playing for an audience of one
Drop the needle
We are playing for an audience of one
One gets all of you twos jealous
Three get even less four divides you up
Then you're left leasing all your guests
Reach out you point a finger and touch the globe
Spin around and where it stops you've got to pack your bags and go
Land in the Mohave Desert
Sing for the sun
Three's too many when you're playing for an audience of one
Two's too busy when you're playing for an audience of one
One is the only way
Playing for an audience of one