Early in the morning get your suit on and I'm warning you Put lotion on the sun can burn real mean But don't forget your dreams to bring along Mary's
Threw all my possessions in an old suitcase Couldn't tell my wanting from my waste Took the elevator to the fifty seventh floo Tucked my chin and barreled
Once I was a speck of dust That travelled on a greyhound bus to town For you my love Watched the road black and alone A porch light on at every home
If I convinced you to finally come with me I'd never believe that you'd stay 'cause your mother's always guilting you Or your dad stands in your way So
It's my thirty fifth birthday I've got no plans today 'cause it fell on a Monday I guess I'm lucky that way So I'm calling in sick I head for the fridge
Still wearing my makeup from yesterday I'm a corner cutting clown Lower the curtains down There's no more crowds around See Mary Jane sneaking a cigarette
Stay with me for a thousand years 'til our mistakes wash away my dear When sweet Maria is by my side Like a river I'm open wide Ooh my dreams Are calling
Take me out tonight I want to forget about the fight I had Last night I only learned nobody wins I want to drink I want to dance I want some meaningless
I used to be a geek every day of the week And something stupid came out every time that I'd speak Every saturday night I'd have no immediate plans I'd
There she was under the street lamps buzz Thinking should she just go home or stay out tonight She could see some friends stay til the house band ends
I've been humming your song all day I've been wasting the words away Lonely valentine Please come back to me One more time I've been wandering in every
It hasn't rained here for two months straight There's brush fires all around One hundred degrees and I was out too late Loitering downtown I must admit
The rollercoasters blew me away I get my spills from riding the waves And I didn't think of you once today Except when I heard that song My friends won
saviours from their crosses While the losers throw their scratch tickets on the ground As the moon shines down on Elvis Presley Boulevard And the tourists trapped
There?s man who keeps his hopes held high up in a paper cup He?s got that ripped down at the bottom, Spills down on the floor bad luck So, It?s that which
The cops are taking a break down at the coffee shop ?cause all was peace and quiet out on the city block Me and Marie are laughing and we cannot stop
I grew up in a house next to the Drive-In We?d sit up on the roof and watch the cars roll in and watch all the couples fog up their cars And write on
I took off my clothes, threw ?em down to the floor and then I left behind my wallet and walked out my front door I was standing stark naked right there
