You wont believe
what I coulda told ya
But I dont believe
I've the balls to let you know
I can say that
'cause I'm a man
But I feel like a little boy...
today
I cherish my
intercontinental friendships
We talk it over
continental breakfast
In a hotel in east
bumble-wherever
Somewhere on the sphere,
around here
I cherish my
intercontinental friendships
Not much very big on enemies
So I kick a can way up
into the sun, man
But it falls down into a ravine
I don't mean to even think
about it that way, but I do
Watchin' the waves
come in at night
From my back porch stoop,
porch swing swingin' on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of
some holy ghost
I walk like a bruised ego
along shorefront property
un-owned to me
But I'm feelin' inferior
on the interior don't ya see
Guarded and sentimental
(and after all, its just a rental)
(Like better luck performin'
telekinesis on a priestess)
You won't believe
what I mighta, coulda told ya
But I wouldn't wanna leave ya
trippin' out over it
OK, more-so me, but...
(or just me)
