Me and t-bone on the road to town   It's like I'm walking with a talking machine   Just as soon as he thinks of something else   He won't wait to interrupt himself   Must be something that he can't quite say   He just doesn't want to leave it that way   Although he may not know it yet   Unless I miss my bet   He's just trying to forget   What his heart remembers      I see that t-bone got an automobile   Low-loping and open to the sky   All night behind the hurricane wheel   Riding in the eye   All day underneath the hood   Mondo bondo, plastic wood   He needs a mile of masking tape   He wants to keep his ship in shape   Someday to escape   What his heart remembers (oh, yes,what his heart remembers)      T-bone's not alone, not alone   Looks like he gets a second chance   It's mamarama and lumalamalu   Want to take him to recovery dance   He's looking like he gets his meat suit back   I guess he must have missed the crack attack   Still he's riding for a fall   'cause it's written upon the wall   That now he must recall   What his heart remembers (what his heart remembers)