...sitting here remembering me
always been a shoe made for the city
go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
or scrappy boy's faces have general run out of town
playing with prodigal sons
takes a lot of sentimental valiums
can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
while running on empty, you little old doll with a frown
you got to keep in the game
retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of a lesson in tigh
tropesor surfing your high hopes of adios kansas...
Rufus Wainwright, Cigarettes and chocolate milk
Thanks for be my muse,
my home, my friend...