You Win Again

I have been listening to this song on repeat for the past few days. It's an old one from my favorite artist, but it is just really clicking with me right now.
I especially love the second half of her first stanza. I keep singing those lines to myself. I think it's perfect because everyone has had those days when they realize there is absolutely nothing left to say. So why watse the words?


I'm standing here, freezing, at a phone booth, baby
in the middle of God knows where.
I've got one quarter left, your machine picks up
but baby, I know you're there.

And I just start crying cause it makes no sense
to waste these words and twenty-five cents
on a losing game.

Baby, you win again.

- You Win Again, Mary Chapin Carpenter