TV from Rosie by Kaycie Satterfield

Nothing but the TV on
Volume up, my mind is numb
I light another cigarette
I haven’t heard a word from you yet

I’ve been all alone for hours
I am my mothers child
I’ll pour the wine and buy the flowers
I’ll do everything by the books
Table set
Dinner cooked
All I need is you to look my way

Cause you’ve been gone a long long time
I’m drowning in the pale blue light
Nothing but the TV on
Won’t you come home and turn me on, too

Nothing but the TV on
I’m scrolling through the infomercials
Anything to keep my mind from spinning round and round in circles
I’ll be your televangelist
I’ll give you all the answers
Be your Seinfeld, your friends
I’ll keep running forever
Baby could you answer this
Do I make you feel tethered?
Do I?

Cause you’ve been gone a long long time
I’m drowning in the pale blue light
Nothing but the TV on
Won’t you come home and turn me on too?

(I’m gonna keep waiting and waiting, waiting for you)
Nothing but the TV on

Won’t you come home and turn me on too?
Nothing but the TV on
Won’t you come home and turn me on too?

• Alternative
• indie folk
• indie rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles