A hardcore wind is blowing in from the north
My precious eyes are blinking
If I could make some friends I’d be so satisfied
New-York emails have me sinking
Lord let me thread on that Exxon-station lined road
A million clubs before I die
Just to see the brass of my life shine before I corrode
Otherwise, might as well lie, on the center line
I pretend that it’s happiness, I’ll find
Songs might say truth:
I’m looking for the fleeting dream of you
I’m waiting for that dark-haired Ethiopian muse
To wake me with a kiss in the Chelsea sun
Streets I’ve never seen, with eyes never used
Each day another tale I’ve just begun
Let me see your CDs in a row
What is that world I need to know
Which way is up, and what’s to learn
Take me to your show and beat that Japanese drum
And light an incense owl when we return
I say that it’s happiness I’ll find
Songs might say true:
I’m looking for the fleeting dream of you
I say that it’s happiness I’ll find
Wise men say truth:
I’m looking for the fleeting dream of you
We’re together, every day is really so much better
What a treasure, how we both learned how to win it gave us pleasure
Oh I know you exist, and you know my name
How much happiness am I allowed?
I got a message from a friend stranded yesterday
I think he’s thinking of trying on that funeral gown
I’m tied up like a tiger in the sun, waiting for some endless super-fun
But I cannot change things
When the clocks strikes heaven and I’m panting, need to run
I will pray to the god of leaving things
