We made up their minds and they started packing We left before the sun came up that day An exit to eternal summer slacking But where were they going without
I was wondering how you're feeling I thought I saw you kneeling And holding your gut last night It looked like you were praying But I heard someone saying
This, this is not my life This, this is not my life This is not my face This is not my place No it's just isn't right This, this is not my life You,
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 and
When I was a boy I could not stand the silence I needed the noise I was underage and overjoyed Changing my ways But there's so many ways to change I'
Tell me what you want Tell me what you want, Angelie You're running through my head, like a melody I think about you all the time I push play and then
Once I had it all planned out, my dirty fingers moved about To make a mess of everything around me And I don't claim to know my way, I still run in circles
Altamont now won't be the same When we see each other again If it all falls apart, who is to blame? Don't you think it's time to get real? I wanna scream
Amy's going out with John, now she's dating Paul Paul was dating Kelsey And Kelsey used to go out with me After I broke up with Amy Everybody's had,
Well, I spent all my money at the record store Bought a copy of ?Revolver? and some, ?Gang of Four? Singles going steady, Billie Holiday They had it all
Strange town, shake down Sink or swim Old flames, stage names Shed your skin Always and never We change like the weather Long gone, house young Memories
Living to get his freak on Sporting his leopard skin thong Charlie the methadone man plays Sunday nights in a Rock and Roll band Charlie the methadone
Try to stop the world spinning 'round My phone bill will tell you she lives out of town It's been a long, long time but still I dream Of warm sunny days
Brown skin in the kitchen, China white washrag And the dollars on the table, keep it quiet, quiet They come and go through the back door Who's keepin
Ridin' down the freeway I've got to stay free I need a little leeway And an angel to watch over me Don't give up on me Don't give up on me 'Cause I
Living to get his freak on Sporting his leopard skin thong Charlie the methadone man Plays sunday nights in a rock and roll band Charlie the metronome
Emily shrugs and drags her heels As she takes the guided tour It seemed like such an amazing deal When she was looking at the brochure Stuck on a bus
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