got to restore   got to restore   got to restore   got to restore      Sometimes it's late at night   I'm thinkin but I'm not quite   there. Everywhere that I turn   It's a county fair   This booth, that booth, I'm everything that's uncouth   and I can't keep nothing straight except my front tooth      Late night NPR   programming'll go far   listenin to Kerouac   in a French Quarter bar   I was not a beatnik   I didn't do the speed   but I could get high on the pages I'd read      CHORUS   Oh, got to restore   Oh, got to restore   Oh, got to restore   Oh, got to restore      I get fascinated by the strangest things   and my wife has to deal with my wide mood swings   Some nights are mellow   Some nights are okay   But I don't want things to just stay this way   I left the bacon fryin in a pan last night   I heard a baby cryin in the man inside   Untended, unmended, my needs are open-ended   But I believe you can heal the way I feel      The river I'm thinking of   doesn't have a stink above   the water from the waste that's been dumped therein   This river is crystal, not method, not madness   The river is rolling, and the river is life   Now I ain't being funny   and I ain't being queer   I'm gonna say it simple   and I'm gonna say it clear   The bridegroom is coming   The bridegroom is coming   Are you ready to be a member of his wife?      Now, let me take you to a place   farther than outer space   Everything is different   and you love it that way   Every tear is dried up   every demon tied up   Nothing of the aching is around out here      All the things you hated   have all been decimated   Even those things inside of you   no more being worried   and no more being bored   Everything ever lost has been restored   restoration   restoration   restoration   restoration