I'm a ghost
I'm driftin' into oblivion
Just a gray, old ghost
And
(instrumental)
Water is wet
And rocks are hard
But the wind, my friend
Does
Got a handful of love on the left side
A handful
She rolled up from the bar with kahlua and cream
Parked
Like stacks and stacks of rats on rafts
Clutchin' anything we
I feel your stare: the eyes of a buzzard
Yeah, I've
I built forty million miles of strip-malls
And I painted the
So hot
And wet
Been days and days and days
Since I slept
Been
