know they cannot So are you my lady, are you my lady Are you, are you my lady Are you my lady, are you my lady Are you, are you? Santa Ana winds bring seasickness Zookeepers
they cannot So are you my lady, are you? So are you my lady, are you? The rain, the rain, the rain is falling down The cars remain Santa Ana winds bring seasickness Zookeeper
: Got a drawer full of alarm clocks And the case is in your head And it's playing different sides now Like the fishers of men and the men And the
: I'm a sewing machine And everything but what she needs And God, he knows just what I mean I'm a sewing machine Always stiching things back up But I
: Did you lose ground? Was the wind whipping you all around? Lost souls, they travel through the air On pulleys and strings It's a puppet show You just
: And suddenly your mind it is alive With all the details of your life The names and faces When your blood was all inside It's a lonely ride the
: Not running but I'm running away from you Not talking but I have my ways Not joking I'm too old to learn that trade Not listening but I hear you
: Boy & the street choir make a lot of noise The interstate it runs away A blur of head and tail lights splay In all directions from the place you
: My mind is racing all the time And where it's going I don't know but I don't mind And all the aching in her eyes Couldn't tell you half the story
: I live in the mess you are I live in the mess you are And I could find out the truth I could open you I could find out the truth If I just wasn't so
: Hold on, hold on You're living in secret doubt All shadows and whispers now Move it on up, move it on up yeah You don't need a witness to see
: Tax collector's coming for your body Tax collector's coming for your soul To see that you've paid your dues, or else My love, that you've not been
: When this here and now has been and gone And you're strectched out like some summer dawn In a sleepy south shoretown that yawns In a lawn chair waiting
: There's a cold German in a bar in Berlin With the blueprints of an architect still searching through His pockets for a dream-maker or a chance-taker
reach of us, keeping our peace from us And the city's lit up like a fireworks display Where tonight it's the head of this state on a plate And Saint Francis, Zookeeper
: The jungle is filled with my friends We sleep when and where we can And I don't know the last weekend we saw Cuz nobody really knows Which way to the
: See how the chips fall where they may How my lips sink ships, drift astray How I've mised you, I've been a bad boy But seventeen, it takes forever
I'm sometimes neurotic and I just cannot sit still I'll stay here and pace with this smirk upon my face You're often ironic the way you talk about the
