There's no time for true love with a stranger
The bottles are full of old memories and pressed anger
A new friend thinks he can get you into his bed
But you fall asleep staring at the rising sun
While his cat is in your arms, he's trying to get close.
But you won't let him in your head
It's 5 a.m.
His beard is a birds nest and his room is too cold

You're taking it slow, getting to know the new guys
Being a friend to all the musicians around town
They treat you kind,
And there's no crossing lines.