You dig down underground now
Through the soil, through the
Playing for the bleachers now
Letting them beat you and
I dunno what brings you 'round again
I dunno what
It coulda been good
it coulda been something special
it
People my people -- the cat in the steeple --
I have seen the world's most beautiful women undress in
Now I notice the streetlamp's hum
The ghosts of graffiti
As kisses go, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary..
No one means what they say
And you can tell
There are times when you will not like the sound
Well I,
I am a time bomb and I,
I lay forgotten
I lost my membership card to the
human race so don't