Slipping My Mind Lyrics - Michael Penn

Rats in my jacket 

I'm so impressed 

I am now seen unclean 

Wash me up mama 

and give me a suit of gabardine 

I had a suit, 

by the look on my face, 

maybe it's plain to see 

that that never stopped what was troubling me 

like once, it was Monday out. 

And dry? 

Man, it was a drought 

but all that is slipping my mind 

Cracked like a whip 

like a brick coming down 

and hit me between the eyes 

another occasion I've yet to forget 

was I unwise? 

Should I remind you that this is the end 

of Camels, 

and masking tape, 

and this demonstration of tripping with grace 

and if I need you 

I'm intentionally wasting your time 

Hey, everything's slipping my mind 

Now copper and nickel 

are heads in my hand 

I'll bet you your sparest change 

that this time tomorrow you'll be miles away 

with all trace of Monday out 

with deserts to think about 

and all of this slippin' my mind.