Naugahyde mother comes in from the day she is having her edges are blurry her eyes are tired you are lying on the basement floor spent and disheveled and breathless and more you try to rise before she can know that you have discovered where lovers will go but she hears you stumble and she comes to the stair cautious and careful she calls out who's there Chorus: you say it's only me and you pray she won't see the flush on your cheek the cast of your eye the brand new burn in the naugahyde aphrodite is riding the midnight train again and it's only ever been a matter of time behind the piano no one knows how to play you butt out your smoke and hide the ashtray go to the sofa turn on the tv compose your mask of sullen retreat but inside you're excited and slightly ashamed and quite very pleased this discovery you've made while upstairs mother is taking a breath she guesses what you're up to and she's not ready yet Chorus now we're waiting on the edge of our seats will mother come downstairs will your eyes meet you are torn between the things you want to know and this intense desire to be left alone finally mother decides to turn away she'll leave this discussion for some other day you are left to your basement splendour pondering your next adventure Chorus