If you have the midas touch. Why does everything around here look like rust. And if your house is in such perfect order. Why are your kids running around in rags from second hand counters.
An endless chain of days go by. Can't scratch the surface still I try. I'm going down feeling underground. Just kicking the leaves all around this town.
I want to know where. My confidence went. One day it all disappeared. And I'm lying in a hotel room. Miles away. Voices next door in my ear. . Daytime's a drag.
As the seconds are ticking in the corner of her eye. Nothing comes as fast as a glib reply. Like a kid who's tired of a busted old toy. The pleasure's worn thin so she makes a little extra noise.
Tell tell me the reasons why. Tell me every secret you've been told. Cause everybody knows they're dangerous. Hey let me try that wonder stuff. The stuff that lets you look at them and nod.