I was having one of those days
with the morning demanding my number and name
I was sober I was thinking I was losing my way
and I couldn't pass it off as just one of those days
so I paused for a moment I paused for old times
there were troubled littered memories and most of them mine
so I took a swig of something strong and I offered a toast
to the times that are my ghost
don't you get wise with me
I know what I know because I've seen it with my own eyes
could you offer any clues any relevant news
I could cut up and use them for my own old song
spin me a bottle or pass me a glass
I want to make this dusty old vision last
so I clean it up I put it first and I command it to work
and I think of it as a companion
and I don't want for nothing from the rest of my life
except a warm hole to crawl in and a pleasurable wife
and a loyal old dog that comes to heel when I call
always comes when I call
don't you get wise with me
I know what I know because I've seen it with my own eyes
could you offer any clues any relevant news
I could cut up and use for my own old song
that's taken too long working on melodies that don't
please incompleatable going nowhere of any interest I'm thinking too much about a
girl in a world so full of good advice about trying everything twice about opening up moving on
I'm singing my own old song that's taken too long
working on melodies that don't please
