In a derelict parking lot, I saw my sea-fool bend.
Bend, bend, bend to the whim of directionless suffering.
Why do we suffer? For who do we please?
I bought a loaf of bread and cheese.
I will find myself a romantic rendezvous to share with so-and-so, and you know who.
I've got a lot on my mind.
Every path leads to another landmine.
Who needs a positive push?
I need a lot to be doing fine.
Summer ended with a quiet yawn.
Polite dreams of another dawn.
I feel restless, I lost my edge.
I remember what my father said.
If mothers tickle, as they do,
why don't they make the chickens laugh too?
You gotta be the butt of your own joke sometimes.
To be serious too much is to be blind.
I've got a lot on my mind.
Every path leads to another landmine.
Who needs a positive push?
I need a lot to be doing fine.
You don't got no...
You don't got no idea of what you want to do with this feeling, but I know it hurts real bad.
You don't got no...
Simple way of trying to achieve your goals, but you're trying the last success is so discouraging.
You don't got no...
Way to tell me what you really wanted out of being this way, so come on, say it, I'm no longer going to try.
Green grass, blue world.
It's so simple, it seems absurd.
I could be helpless, that is my choice.
Why be helpless with this golden voice?
A cold wind is a breathing thing.
A thing to become a reckoning.
Sing, sing, sing like a singer-songwriter.
I hope to die a lot lighter than this.
I've got a lot on my mind.
Every path leads to another landmine.
Who needs a positive push?
I need a lot to be doing fine.
I'm not a singer.
I'm a writer.
I'm a songwriter.
I'm a songwriter.
I'm a songwriter.
I'm a songwriter.