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Hey boys. I’ve come a long way

Along in the sun and the rain

What am I doing here? No-star hotel

Wasting my wealth

Telling myself to go to hell

Arm in a cast, heart like a corncob

Do not disturb sign hangin' on the door knob

Brain unplugged, my whole life in my luggage

My cruelty is dependable

And my ugliness is rugged

Smoke still slow dances out of my barrel

In the distance I can hear a kid

Singing a Christmas carol

And this is terrible, gorgeous and sinister

The pillow still smells like the secrets of my visitor

Nobody needs to know about this kind of thing

Blood on my back from the attack of her diamond ring

Me of all people, my mind’s in a tail-spin

I’m just a door-to-door encyclopedia salesman

Part of me feels like dirt, the rest doesn’t know

She said I’m a way better lover than her husband

I’ve had a whole lot of fights

Along in the sun and rain

Where am I going? Backwards to nowhere

In another man’s shoes instead of my own pair

I promised discretion and to be at her beck and call

I look like a dandelion and feel like a wreckin' ball

I ran out of wishes and then she came to offer hers

Lookin' at myself in the mirror

I’m at a loss for words

I’m good at my job, goin' out of my mind kinda

Holding my face in my hands like fine China…

I’ve seen a whole lot of towns

Along in the sun and rain

We met up again, went undercover literally

I told her about Cuba, I told her about Italy

Physics and photography, a little

Russian history

Everything about her to me was such a mystery

I gave her the once over

She gave me the blood blister

She had no idea that I was fallin' in love with her

Call me mister. Crucial inspiration

All she wanted was my lust and useful information

What am I putting myself thru this crap for?

Feels like I’m standing on top of a trap door

Lost at sea, tangled up in golden hair

Scavenger-hunter my life is like a folding chair

My daily routine is down to a system

I give regular people truth and wisdom

That’s what I do -it's my job- the prophet/profit

I can see the future and make money off it…

I’ve kissed a whole lot of lips

Along in the sun and rain

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