On the windowsill my elbow's numb
As I heard the door go and saw your car
As it glides onto the road
Double glazed to dumbness
Sodding off and I can't hear you go
And that's typical
There you sit in the driving seat
And your teeth chew gum though your lips don't move
You've got the [?] up high
And your eyes have moved to the corny sky
And you see clear through
And that's typical of you
It's nearly four now I can't see your car anymore
So I close my eyes with my eyelids
Fat like a coiled spring and set to jump at anything
So well prepared to make a fuss
And that's typical of us
And that's typical