I used to think it was sleazy
it used to make me uneasy
the thought of having someone else's girl
she got me over that

there's an eye in the shower head
there's a frame for a wall
she paints such a pretty picture
of the sands in an hourglass
she is counting them all
she'll be counting forever

i wonder what is her affliction?
she does it with such perfect diction
i'd really like to see her beauty
she got me over that

when the hum of the powerlines
lulls me to sleep
i dream of my random mistress
she's alone for eternity
lost in the deep
of a long and meaningless sequence

day after day, millions of people can hear her voice
hour after hour counting away the time
i wonder where she is tonight broadcasting her quiet spell
she's not in omaha
she's not in buffalo