Take a drive in the wrong hand lane. Got bad breath talking bout fresh rain. My hand my hand gonna shake the same. Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend.
You're in the back seat and you say to yourself. Okay it doesn't matter anyway. It's weeds pulling weeds and your blaming yourself. Okay we're all indifferent in our own ways.
Point A to point B, oh I know. Lots of points with no points in between, for me. So lonely but never alone, I know. I'm at my house but I wish that I were at home.
Of part and parcel. So, well, we're already dead. Well, it's probably been said. That it's always been said. That. . One wing isn't even enough. It isn't even enough.
Follow Through. and Follow through. And What you Gonna do with your life?. Follow Through. And Follow through. And What you Gonna do with your life?. Follow Through.
Etceteranough. Etceteranough. Etceteranough. Etceteranough. Etceteranough. Etceteranough. Etceteranough. Etceteranough. . Fire it up, fire it up. When we finally turn it over.
I backed my car into a cop car the other day. Well, he just drove off - sometimes life's okay. I ran my mouth off a bit too much, ah what did I say?. Well, you just laughed it off and it was all okay.
Although we often wondered. It was no thing of wonder. The shit that flew from our minds. Grass stains and fresh fruit. Reminds our shoes of horse glue.
Ninety minutes, got so much to say. Front and forgery. Fifteen minutes, but the girl wants me to stay. Front and forgery. Suit and tie, suit and tie becomes so amicable.
Why do we frown?. Is it something within us. Or in the world at large?. Maybe it's both, y'all. Sadness deep inside. Something we can't hide. We yearn for the past but it's not there.
They even looked at each other once across the crowded bar. He was with Martha, she was with Tom. Neither of them really knew what was going on. A strange feeling of never, heartbeats becoming synchronized.
Tread slowly from the car to the spa. Like a weary war-torn refugee. Crossing the border with her starving child. It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu.
Called in sick one day. Stepped out my front door.. Squinted up at the sky. And strapped on my backpack.. Got into a van. And when I returned I had. Ex-wives and children,.
Called in sick one day. Stepped out my front door. Squinted up at the sky. And strapped on my backpack. Got into a band. And when I returned I had. Ex-wives and children,.
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark. There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall. He's cleared all his things and he's put them in boxes.
Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark. There's an awkward young shadow that waits in the hall. . He has packed all his things. And he's put them in boxes.
Lucretia walks into a room. Because she does. It's not the same room. The one she wanted to be in. . She says. Everywhere I go, damn there I am. And I just want to walk away.
(God damn, I want to rock!). (Are you ready to rock, Ben?). (Yeah!). (ha ha ha). . (Hey! Hey!. Hey, quit fucking around!. I want to rock, okay?). . (1, 2).
Well, he shouted out his last word. and he stumbled through the yard. and she shattered her last china plate. and spun off in the car. When he lunged onto the hood.
How great I am. Gotta tell myself, yeah I'm the man. Looks grim right now. But pretty soon we'll be laughing about it. Ohh, and it's alright. . Yeah, it is, I swear you'll see.