The room was unbearably hot
Flowering plant that hung from the radiator pipe
It was dripping sweat from its rapidly fading petals
And to the humming world in which I was living
A crescendoing stepping sound came in
I heard you stepping over three weeks' worth of newspapers
Piled up outside the door
I hear you knocking
Come in
Turn on the radio
Turn up the volume
You sat down in the same place where you used to sit
It brought back a memory or two
I may not know much any more, but I remember you
You were quiet for a while and that was nice
Then you came along with your questions, always questions
I don't have any answers to those particular questions
I hear you talking
Shut up
Turn on the radio
Turn up the volume