I’ve always been Out on the run I’ve never felt Like had a home And then one day
My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games
Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses
If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?
I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile
We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge of Good and Evil No higher steeple
I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion
Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen
I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…
My love is like a laser beam To melt you down and make you crea… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…
I am homeless Not because I live in my car But, because my home is in the arm… And I forget what that feels like
I’m like a pretzel Simple ingredients And a bit twisted
You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think