Better Better

Who's got the groove? 'Cause I don't know Who's got the key to letting go? Are you coming back from where you've gone? It's all I had to think when I'm alone Remind myself to move along Do you think go me? No, I know you don't You're doing fine all on your own All of your friends have told you so 'Cause nothing's gonna make me feel any better Talking with your neighbor in the park 'bout the weather All I ever wanted was to know you better I could feel okay, but it's just not quite better, better Better, better Big city dreams are coming slow The cowboy becomes the gigolo I thought I saw you a month ago A beautiful blur in a car window I saw your face on a piece of toast Turned out to just be some holy ghost Tasted your lips on an envelope And I swear I felt your skin on a cantaloupe 'Cause nothing's gonna make me feel any better Talking with your neighbor in the park 'bout the weather All I ever wanted was to know you better I could feel okay, but it's just not quite better, better Better, better I can't escape it, but I really should know I'm waiting for something to come grab me by the hair I don't care, I don't think about your face when you're elsewhere It's better every day that you're not there 'Cause nothing's gonna make me feel any better Talking with your neighbor in the park 'bout the weather All I ever wanted was to know you better I could feel okay, but it's just not quite better, better Better, better Better, better I could feel okay, but it's just not quite better, better