Well I spent all my money at the record store Bought a copy of Revolver and some Gang of Four Singles going steady Billie Holliday They had it all on
Airstream, big chrome airstream Leave the world behind me They won't find me in my airstream Free, I don't wanna be stuck in the city With the cars
Got nowhere to stay Got nowhere to go Got no one to blame for lettin' myself get so low It's right on the tip of my tongue What's the word I'm thinkin
Too bad I don't get my own way Want champagne, all they got is cabernet And I'm wastin' all my time I feel good but there's a tear in my eye Rain fallin
Sittin' on the hood of your car Starin' up at the sky, wishin' on a fallin' star You come so far I get no response, I just keep on waiting Louie louie
Of all the lowdown places in the world To be stuck inside of a phone booth Hangin' on the end of a line While this civil war keeps ragin' in my mind
the hole It's sad that our misunderstanding Has turned into a war I don't know you anymore How was I supposed to know I was steppin' on your toes The
world Nobody's gonna solve your problems It all comes down to you I know you think there's a conspiracy to keep you down It's all in your head You gotta
Shortwave Cold gray rainy Sunday BBC world service I found, I found the strangest music But I lost the station Shortwave Pulls in Oklahoma It's too
nobody else can see You'll be free, Someday Yeah it's alright It's just a matter of time 'Till I find my feet You've got your education Know how to
I went walking through the red light Through the dark night, in the winter Pretty girls in the window Pretty girls staring back at me I went walking
Long before I ever saw your face I got to know you in a dream But things aren't always what they seem You learn along the way I just can't stop myself
