If you can figure this out...then I guess you did...
now i'm wishing
for my best impression
of my best angie dickinson
but now i've got to worry
cause boy you still look pretty
when you're putting the damage on
Don't make me scratch on your door
. . . . . .
she may betray all that she loves
and even wait for their savior to come
And in some things, maybe he'll be right
But as always the thing that he loves
he will change
from her sunrise to clockwise
to soul trading
. . . . . .
Indian Summer
fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic
looking on them
. . . . . .
i watch me be this other thing,
i never know if i'm marooned
or where the purple people go
then lily white matricide from vicious words
it doesn't leave a scratch so therefore no one's hurt
. . . . . .
don't you love to turn this little blue girl upside down
any kind of touch i think is better than none even upside down
but you see i'm tangled up
got a kitten, kitten, kitten, KITTEN in my hair
cincinnati, i like the word
it's the only thing we can't seem to turn upside down
. . . . . .
maybe i ain't used to maybes
smashing in a cold room
cutting my hands up
every time i touch you
maybe... maybe it's time
time to wave goodbye now
. . . . . .
don't say the morning's come
don't say it's up to me
if I could take twenty five minutes
out of the record books
sugar he brings me sugar
bobby's collecting bees and hammers
he used one on me
. . . . . .
I turned back one last time,
love to watch those cowboys ride
but cowboys know cowgirls ride on the indian side
and you know what you're doin' so don't even
you're just too used to my honey, now
. . . . . .
we know it's not caroline
your home is your home
the range may be fine for some
but not in my eyes
home, home on the range
the smokies always hide a
cherokee bride but in her eyes
we know it's not caroline
. . . . . .
they don't know you've already lived
on the other side of the galaxy
she had a january world
so many storms not right somehow
how a lion becomes a mouse by the woods
but i have to get to Texas
she had a january girl
she never let on how INSANE it was
. . . . . .
I don't believe i went too far
i said i was willing
she said she knew what my books did not
i thought she knew what's up
past the mission
they're closing every hour
past the mission
i smell the roses
for my best impression
of my best angie dickinson
but now i've got to worry
cause boy you still look pretty
when you're putting the damage on
Don't make me scratch on your door
. . . . . .
she may betray all that she loves
and even wait for their savior to come
And in some things, maybe he'll be right
But as always the thing that he loves
he will change
from her sunrise to clockwise
to soul trading
. . . . . .
Indian Summer
fresh mown grass
Girls in the attic
looking on them
. . . . . .
i watch me be this other thing,
i never know if i'm marooned
or where the purple people go
then lily white matricide from vicious words
it doesn't leave a scratch so therefore no one's hurt
. . . . . .
don't you love to turn this little blue girl upside down
any kind of touch i think is better than none even upside down
but you see i'm tangled up
got a kitten, kitten, kitten, KITTEN in my hair
cincinnati, i like the word
it's the only thing we can't seem to turn upside down
. . . . . .
maybe i ain't used to maybes
smashing in a cold room
cutting my hands up
every time i touch you
maybe... maybe it's time
time to wave goodbye now
. . . . . .
don't say the morning's come
don't say it's up to me
if I could take twenty five minutes
out of the record books
sugar he brings me sugar
bobby's collecting bees and hammers
he used one on me
. . . . . .
I turned back one last time,
love to watch those cowboys ride
but cowboys know cowgirls ride on the indian side
and you know what you're doin' so don't even
you're just too used to my honey, now
. . . . . .
we know it's not caroline
your home is your home
the range may be fine for some
but not in my eyes
home, home on the range
the smokies always hide a
cherokee bride but in her eyes
we know it's not caroline
. . . . . .
they don't know you've already lived
on the other side of the galaxy
she had a january world
so many storms not right somehow
how a lion becomes a mouse by the woods
but i have to get to Texas
she had a january girl
she never let on how INSANE it was
. . . . . .
I don't believe i went too far
i said i was willing
she said she knew what my books did not
i thought she knew what's up
past the mission
they're closing every hour
past the mission
i smell the roses