One more minute in this city’s going to give me a breakdown
One more night in this bar is going to give me the blues
An Altima with one headlight out
Slipping sliding spinning around
Joanie I’m going to take care of you
Ljudi su stvoreni jedni za druge, zato ih pouči ili ih podnosi.
I am the barely-living son of a woman and man who barely made it
But we’re making it
She’s not at work, she’s not at school
She’s not in bed, I think I finally broke her
I bring her home everything I want, and nothing that she needs
I thought she’d be there holding daisies, she always waits for me
She thinks she missed the train to Mars, she’s out back counting stars