I've been livin' for the moment. But I just can't have my way. And I'm afraid to go to sleep. 'cause tomorrow is today. . People tell me life is sweeter.
Well I'm on the Downeaster Alexa. And I'm cruisin' through Block Island Sound. I have charted a course to the vineyard. But tonight I am Nantucket bound.
Some people think that she's one of those mink-coated ladies. They say she wakes up at one. And makes the paparazzi run till dawn. She wines and dines with argentines and kuwaitis.
I've thinking of far out places, trying to find a cool oasis,. get away from living in the streets,. where dirty money is the game, the dealer never knows your name,.
I don't want a pickle. Just want to ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want a tickle. 'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorcycle. And I don't want to die.