As I write this song on camera an extra and some background resembling the type which I do not. The scene is a commercial the product has no function.
Not another existential cowboy, And no more california champagne, Not another saddle tramp, sick, sore, lonely and out of place , Crying in his coffee
Jimmy Stewart follows Kim To where your portrait hangs on a wall He's such a haunting vision he forgets his partner's fall He jump into the San Francisco
Rake up all the leaves in pleasant valley It's the last day of my visit upstate New York To pay respects to the old man He's still got his sense of humor
I'm on a private helicopter with my favorite ex-girlfriend Tiny little cabin in the sky Now we're alone and we can remember How we felt before we were
Cross through the border states To the wrong side, wrong side and look away, Virginia Spend every day like the past is a bridge crossing twenty years
All I ever wanted to be was a woolly muffler on your naked neck Double-wrap me when it's cold but you pulled a little tight just now And I'm afraid, I
Tear down the bearing wall Put up a picture window Something to look through At the bastard colors, burnt Sienna Put down the wrecking ball Who has a
Here's something beautiful now smash it to bits Save your little wheelchair, empowerment films Save your swoons, I'm spoken for It isn't pretty to think
Call me disruptive, say I break your concentration Familiar patterns, like waves that break too fast What do you do when it's so brand new that it kills
here's something beautiful now smash it to bits save your little wheelchair empowerment films save your swoons, i'm spoken for it isn't pretty to
There's a bright white light To shine shine on all the dim bulbs In the crowd tonight And there's a thin yellow line To separate the fast lane And there
A studio apartment in a dull part of seattle A strand of light suspended by a thumbtack in the drywall The restaurants are closed So are the record shops
I tend to forget when I drink I'm doing it again I think A hand to hold an ego to flatter cause you were the wineskin and I was the bladder Time passes
Remember pericles? He democratized the city with his mind. A little wisdom never hurt anyone... Tell that to socrates! Telling the citizens what they
Saint Leonard touched a Philistine A sacred tongue, a perfect rhyme But even he was not much nourished By modern love So I told her that everything she
Wine, women, and song I tried them all, it did not take me long To figure I?d unlocked the door to happiness I figured wrong with a capital, "R" All the
(Five, Four, Three, Two)One awkward conversation can ruin my whole day In the company of strangers with some vulgar shit to say. Cocktail hour social