Stuck Norah Jones

You shove your way
Through the room from the street
And finally to me
You ask me what I'm drinking

My friend Johnny
Tugging on my sleeve
Asks if I want to leave
But what I'm really thinking is

Why can't it be easy, easy?
Why don't you leave, leave me, leave me be?
I can see you swaying
I can't hear what you're saying

I'm sitting here stuck
And plastered to my seat
I think up a reason to leave
When you finally stop speaking

I'll take a long slow walk
Down Washington Street
Half-asleep on my feet
Half-aware if I'm dreaming

I'll go home alone
A sinking stone
A switched-off telephone
I'll go on and be free
A frozen breeze
A fallen-down factory
But I still see you swaying
And I can't hear what you're saying