Lyrics

been trying to put it down in rhyme since I don’t know when
since Kerouac told me to speak up and Walt Whitman handed me the pen
still never unscrewed it all, though
plenty of things we’re better off to never ever know
but I still wanna hear that secret something
couldn’t really say what it is
but it’s taken me all around the world
and it keeps bringing me back to this
bringing me back to this

here I am after all
just like any place it gets to feeling small
so when the lights go down
I slip out of the house and wander around

I tried to chat up a lady last weekend
but she apparently wasn’t you
she wasn’t nearly so initially mystified by
all the crazy things I do
she didn’t call me a pervert
she didn’t call me “baby”
she didn’t call me,
she just didn’t call me (and isn’t that life?)
but I got a good dog named Rosco
with light shiny fur
he takes my mind off my lost lady
though he could never replace her
he could never replace her

and here I am after all
just like any place it gets to feeling small
so when the lights go down
I slip out of the house and wander around