Bad Year at U.C.L.A.

She packed her sweaters and took a ride
And wrote "you lose" between all the lines of the L.A. Times

And should you follow her car upstate?
It's a long drive up and a long way down off the Golden Gate

It fits as good as your clothes
You're wondering if pain so beautiful should earn a happy ending or so
You wish she'd let you know

What will you do now for fun in bad weather?
Will you be lonely forever and ever?
It's a bad year, the hard liners say
For tragic heroes at U.C.L.A

You look so cool with your young man's charm but you're so distracted
The world leans on its boyfriend's arm

You spend too much time chasing clouds away
And you wind up working in someone else's rainy day

It's so tough. You need a little push: You need a little stroke
A punch line that's more than just a bad joke
A toy you never broke

What will you do now for fun in bad weather?
Will you be lonely forever and ever?
It's a bad year, the hard liners say
For tragic heroes at U.C.L.A