in the backroom
With a house key
Call it romance
Call it routine
Mind your business
Mind your manners
Man im tired
And I want her
Her to want me
It’s a problem
It’s a mystery
Now it’s history
Her apartment
Is an ice cube
And her body
Is a world view
Call it shallow
Call it corny
Told you so
Is ringing like a dial tone
And Uncle Sam is getting old
Getting ready to explode
I feel it in my bones
On the way home
Conversations
Stimulated
Concetration
It’s a long walk
But it feels good
To be moving
At my own pace
To be talking
In my own space
I’m not crazy
I’m just like this
Told you so
Is ringing like a dial tone
And Uncle Sam is getting old
Getting ready to explode
I feel it in my bones
Uncle sam
Didn’t wanna come clean
Now he’s making a scene alright
Lost his head
And a couple of friends
Guess it’s one of those kinds of nights