Stand in a line like a parking meter Am I all alone (he's all alone) A vision of mine is becoming clear Its all so new it can't be true Sometimes the words appear in my head Sometimes I'm falling out of my bed
I know a man he's really awful nice We whiled away an evening maybe two But what did that man really do Sometimes I feel like walking away Sometimes there's something I've got to say
Like a fly in a cup of tea I'm stirred and no longer free I think back to the other life That was borrowed the other night Could It be that it just might