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Well I've been lockin' myself up in my house for sometime now |
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Readin' and writin' and readin' and thinkin'and searching for reasons and missing the seasons. |
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The Autumn, the |
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Spring, the |
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Summer, the snow. |
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The record will stop and the record will go. |
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Latches latched, the windows down,the dog coming in and the dog going out. |
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Up with caffeine and down with a shot. |
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Constantly worried about what |
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I've got.Distracting my work but |
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I can't make a stopand my confidence on and my confidence off. |
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And I sink to the bottom and rise to the topand |
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I think to myself that |
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I do this a lot. |
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World outside just goes it goes it goes it goes it goes it goes...and witness it all from the blinds of my window. |
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THREE, FOU |
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RI'm a little nervous 'bout what you'll think |
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When you see me in my swimming trunks |
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And last night in |
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New York I got raging drunk |
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Remember one time |
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I got raging drunk with you |
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Now, I can recall a time when we made the city |
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Streets our playground, kissing in the fountains |
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Filled with cigarettes and bottles |
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Sped through |
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Italian city streets of cobblestone |
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Because we had to |
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Because I loved you |
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Because the damned alcohol |
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Because what ever at all |
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Now I've grown too aware of my mortality |
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To let go and forget about dying |
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Long enough to drop the hammer down |
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And let the indolence go wild and flying through |
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Because we had to |
