Baby Lou

On the outskirts of the ring road
I saw you through my window
It looked like the opening credits
From an American film without subtitles
You didn't even ask me where I was going
It seemed like you didn't care

I was heading straight for the Atlantic
See the boats capsizing
I wanted to drown myself in romance
The idea seemed to appeal to you
You tell me I've never seen the ocean
Who knows, it might be more fun there

I understood your philosophy
Baby Lou
And your way of seeing life
Baby Lou

And why not?
If that's what suits you
You are not concerned
Rather dismayed

I'm looking at you in the rearview mirror of the Buick
Under the tearing clouds
Counting telegraph poles
You can't find anything else to tell me
You really seem to give a damn about anything
To take everyone else for fools

That's your whole philosophy
Baby Lou
It's your way of seeing life
Baby Lou

And why not?
If that's what suits you
You are not concerned
Rather dismayed

Look, here is the sea
Like you, just as bitter