'standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth' Lyrics - Singles - Primitive Radio Gods

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep 

Moonlight spills on comic books 

And superstars in magazines 

An old friend calls and tells us where to meet 

Her plane takes off from Baltimore 

And touches down on Bourbon Street 

We sit outside and argue all night long 

About a god we've never seen 

But never fails to side with me 

Sunday comes and all the papers say 

Ma Teresa's joined the mob 

And happy with her full time job 

Do do do do doo do 

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? 

Does summer come for everyone? 

Can humans do as prophets say? 

And if I die before I learn to speak 

Can money pay for all the days I lived awake 

But half asleep? 

Do do do do doo do (2 times) 

A life is time, they teach us growing up 

The seconds ticking killed us all 

A million years before the fall 

You ride the waves and don't ask where they go 

You swim like lions through the crest 

And bathe yourself on zebra flesh 

I've been downhearted baby, 

I've been downhearted baby, 

Ever since the day we met 

(repeat)