Jet Lag Lyrics - Brendan Benson

My so called friends 

Where are they now 

I guess a love that bends 

Isn't worth much any how 

They come and go 

And talk their shit 

And when I really need to know 

All I get is spit in my eye 

But the less I know, the better 

The faster I go, jet setter 

I chase around the world 

But I never get the girl 

But it doesn't really matter 

If you won't have any part of this 

My scheme, I've devised 

Where my team is disguised 

And we seem like ordinary guys but surprise 

Some people want to know 

All about my history 

And no one seems to care 

That none of it's noteworthy 

But I talked so much as it were 

That I made the local news 

The boy has got the magic touch 

And he can't ever lose 

My present situation 

Is no longer inspiration 

My precious generation 

Is killing their time 

And behind their backs 

I'm slipping through the cracks 

I'm hardly phased anymore 

By your classless ways 

It takes more than that 

To amaze me these days 

I stayed up late 

The night before 

I slept the whole way on the plane 

And now my neck is sore 

And it doesn't really bother me 

I just cut out any part of me 

That's been bruised