Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Mo

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 x 2



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)