She Meant Nothing to Me
music: Brad Wentworth
lyrics: Jay Wentworth
I don’t know why I’m cryin’,
why, good Lord, these tears?
Don’t even know why I’m cryin’
when I haven’t cried for years.
We met at the subway station.
I’d missed my evening train.
She paced and bit her nails
looked up and down the rails.
She had chapped lips and cheeks,
though her drawl was pretty sweet.
“Do you kind sir, know how to find
Delancey street?”
I don’t know why I’m cryin’,
why, good Lord, these tears?
Don’t even know why I’m cryin’
when I haven’t cried for years.
It seems she’d come to see a friend
who did not know her plans.
Her silent phone brought on distress
as did no answer at the address.
We walked and talked all night
until breakfast in a diner.
Her head fell on my shoulder;
she smiled and said we’d find him.
Well, I don’t know why I’m cryin’;
What I did, I did for free
Wasn’t as though I was dyin’
She meant nothing to me.
Don’t know why I’m cryin’,
why, good Lord, these tears?
Don’t even know why I’m cryin’
when I haven’t cried for years.
I hoped for a hipster cowboy
Whose shirt had silly fringes,
his boots had nickel plate
his nose red from binges.
But when we finally found him,
she spread her arms and ran.
He hugged and swung her grinning
then firmly shook my hand.
Why should I care for
her lemon-scented hair
or her voice that never left
the southern end of Georgia?
Why should I miss her ?
Her weepy hazel eyes,
the softly whispered sighs
she never meant for me?
I don’t know why I’m cryin’;
What I did, I did for free
Wasn’t as though I was dyin’
She meant nothing to me.
I don’t know why I’m cryin’,
why, good Lord, these tears?
Don’t know why I’m cryin’
When I haven’t cried for years.
Rich Price - vocals
Tim Basom - electric guitar, acoustic guitar
Michael Bellar - hammond, upright piano
Rob Jost - electric bass
Brad Wentworth - drums, percussion, moog