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I Keep Living
(Anderson)

Peaches and grapes and the cheap linen drapes
Hide a small apartment from the evening.
Nothing gets done on this Monday alone,
And the rain rains down above my ceiling.

Outside a stranger accosts passers-by
And asks how they think they will die.
One woman replies like a knife
She says: "Prob'ly by losing my life;
And I've already given it away."
(Yay-y-ay-y-ay-y-ay)

Midnight and wine make the kitchen lights shine,
But this loneliness is a starving diet.
I sing broken prayers and the neighbors upstairs,
They just pound the floors to get me quiet.

Back at the office, a man feels his age
Spill onto a typewritten page.
He speaks what few words he can find
He says: "I'd worry about losing my mind,
But it's already sold to the law."
(la la la la la la)

Sweaters and rooms smell of her old perfumes.
Oh, why is this life so unforgiving?
Nothing gets done on this Monday alone,
But the rain rains down, and I keep living
Keep living
Keep living