When you're in the shape I'm in. It's tellin' me somethin'. It's givin' me warning. It's gotta be rough, man. When you're in the shape I'm in. From all of your lies.
I've waited twice as long as any man should. To tell you how I feel. You gathered in my chosen words. And ground them underneath your heel. I asked you for a bit of time.
When you've had enough of trouble. Had it up to here. Your mind can't help but wandering. To some place gonna get you clear. You've had enough of misery.
Oh a sleeping drunkard. Up in Central Park. Or the lion hunter. In the jungle dark. Or the Chinese dentist. Or the British Queen. They all fit together.
Sometimes I think about the only way. That I'll ever see life beyond l.a. is dying. I sit in the corner of a hotel room. With a room service menu and I'm looking at the moon,.
She got a heart of steel. She don't care how I feel. But nothin' warms the chill. When I'm livin' on my own. She keep my mind in worry. She left my vision blurry.
I've heard them say the war is over. But here am I, out flyin' again. Who knows if I'm wrong or right?. But when time has ended this flight. This cone of life will be at an end.
Oh, city shine on tomorrow. For today, I feel rain. There is a decent moon. Now, I lay me down in the light. . My man's afraid, no communication. I'm sure, life in my arms ain't been free.