Space Junk

Space Junk

Looking pretty for no one on a Friday night.
I'm alone, but I don't mind.
At least not tonight.
I can complain.
I haven't had a date
Since January 16, 1998.
And I asked that guy out.

My radio keeps me from getting lonely.
Sometimes.
But it's no longer cold out
So I don't feel the loneliness
Tonight.
I've had a different feeling
Today.

I've got a paper to write
But my mind's not on it.
Space junk is no longer interesting
But it's still dangerous.
Yeah, I'm looking pretty for no one
This Friday night
And I don't mind - not this time.

(March 1998)