will be in my head at the end of a cloud If you see me again It will be in your head telling you to get out You act like a baby You talk like a fool
Sunny came home with a list of names She didn't believe in transcendence "And it's time for a few small repairs", she said But Sunny came home with a
Good love, bad love Good love yeah My time, your time My time yeah 84,000 different delusions Take a ride in the car 84,000 different delusions Good
I lost the thread, I lost the map It's not a feeling, it's a fact I had it once, I was on track Why won't it stay? I want it back I see you there in
Well, I don't tell jokes And I don't take notes And you been sayin' there ain't much hope You got nothin' on me I got friends uptown And they don't talk
the ought one thirty-five to New Orleans I float a mile above life's toil and trouble A thousand lonely lifetimes, I still wait and then go on A clown
your new thing now And it looks so good in print Just a poet and her pimps But not quite This is your new thing now A prom dress and a sneer The woman
still the same old lie Just when you think you've got it down Watch it fly I go to the trouble like a light Or like a dare Trouble is just a friend
's a million to one You might as well name your poison And stand in line by the exit sign Suicide Alley is waiting You're a loose cannonball on a sinking
, but anywhere else now Seems like a million miles away And I must have been high To believe that I would ever leave Now I'm just a flat fine line Like
Good love bad love good love yeah My time your time my time yeah 84,000 different delusions Take a ride in the car 84,000 different delusions Good
will be in my head at the end of a cloud If you see me again it will be in your head telling you to get out You act like a baby, you talk like a fool
I ride the ought one thirtyfive to New Orleans I float a mile above life's toil and trouble A thousand lonely lifetimes I still wait and then go on A
Well I don't tell jokes And I don't take notes You been sayin there ain't much hope You got nothin on me I got friends uptown And they don't talk down
had a heart This is your new thing now And it looks so good in print Just a poet and her pimps But not quite This is your new thing now A prom dress
it's a million to one You might as well name your poison And stand in line by the exit sign Suicide Alley is waiting You're a loose cannonball on a sinking
He sees another woman in a badlands town And she cries upon his shoulder Jimmy thinks that he's a helpless man He thinks about love in a vacuum And he
