Simon Joyner - Cole Porter lyrics

Her Irving Berlin optimism Can't touch my Cole Porter sad She fell asleep before the television Me and the TV are insomniacs And we both know this can't last We both know this can't last Beware of people who carry grudges They've got Atlas' shoulders and his patience Clara pours my coffee on the weekends And it never burns even when she misses She keeps my stories in her apron And her beauty soaks through to bless those plot twists We both know they can't last And as I'm walking out the door I see her tip jar is full of wrinkled Washingtons My streets are lined with battered Fords And they say God bless America's recyclables God damn China's reproduction If your heart goes out to every dying people Whose heart stays home with the living ones? And I know all about this country And I know it can't last I get dizzy watching the news on my tv They say I just get up too fast And my grandmother died applying her makeup So they just covered up her face Sometimes I'm crying when I wake up I have this dream I'm being chased And I should've known she wouldn't last And I should've been there by her bed Tonight I caught myself considering heaven Cause today I realized she is dead And I know I can't last