The mummy

Wrapped up like a mummy
I go spinning-down the winter street
With a stupid heart saying your name at every beat
A silly halo of breathing
Hand in my big coat lost
You know when you try to have everything
There is a cost

Car horns blow from the side
Icy are the little tears I cried
And above, the devil-wind is hollering
A song, cold and dry

"I don't even miss you
Rock'n roll baby
I'm better here stumbling
Better alone
I don't want to kiss you
Rock'n roll baby
I hold up my hand
And pretend it's a phone
With my hand to my ear
I'm stumbling dear
Pretending your voice is my own"