Spent 18 hours waiting stoned for space. I spent the same 18 hours in the same damn place. I'm on a road shaped like a figure 8. I'm going nowhere, but I'm guaranteed to be late.
Well I ain't sure but I've been told. He's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap. Got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking down out on the street.
I've got it all most. I've got it all almost all figured out. But always when I get there. Always when I get there all the pieces they just fall apart.
At the movies. Eyes iced over. Walking sideways. Through them gutters. And you realize that the floor. Sticks to your feet like history. Well don't you look at me.
Well I ain't sure but I've been told. He's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap. Got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking down out on the street.
A surf rock man from the land of plenty. Surf rock mess with no surf but pine trees. Struck by being ashamed of your old space. . Just wanting that mean heat.
Slow walk, it's land mine. It's coal mine, it's a bad thought. . On the way to God don't know. My brain's the burger, and my heart's the coal. . I'm trying to get my head clear.
Walk to your house on my lunch break. Here it comes. Come inside and pour a drink. You'll probably tell me everything you think. . Here it comes. The place and the time that we knew.
Well I took off running at the greatest speed. I didn't bother looking to either side of me. Well I didn't see, I just didn't see. What was really going on.
I'm further every day from what I used to be. I left a life behind that's no longer me. And through the open road I know I lost control. But now it teaches me how much I, how much I don't know.
You stood on a darkened. Edge of a dead end street. Stuck inside of a whirlwind. The same way you wished for me. . Slave to your needs. Your claws are on my back.
Free, free. Well, it really isn't even too hard for me. In the twenty, twenty, twenty-first century. We are the twenty-first century. It really isn't even too hard to be.
I live in the palm of your hand, down the stream, sea. Get the flowers off the floor and drinking tea. . But you dont love me, thats news to me. . I met your daughter the other day, that was weird.
I was looking through the Bible. I was looking at a goat. If you try you can't remember. That what you see is just what you know. So I hide my feelings for you to find.
Up in the San Francisco where the forest meets the bridge. I thought I saw you standing there and them you fell onto the rails. But that was many years ago and I am so much older now.
I assumed you knew this photograph of me in my new car. But I hate to say I miss you cause you dont need me anymore. I politely say I miss you but we know you dont mean that anymore.
Come on baby, baby. Come on. . Well you could chain it, you might. If it makes you feel fine. You could scream and shout. If it makes you feel happy. Singing oh yes.